rock poetry, v1 (revised)

fuck

my fucking cellar door
turned out to be
a fucking stellar sore!

what fucking praise gave I,
springtime velvet,
fucked up, turned into lie!

did my fucking accent
not convey song?
translation accident.

bullshit. only my voice
will e’er flatter
so dross a fucking noise.

double hinged fucking board
of shitty wood,
fuck you! eat shit! I'm bored.

cellar door I’d adore,
affection fraught,
quiet denial in its core.


son of a bitch, what fucking whore...
(and no doubt I’ll go back for more.)