Fuck health, I want to die
young and preposterous
End these pathetic creative
crys for help

I'm sick of sitting here nightly, as airplanes fly in to my head
All good thoughts burning and choking and throwing themselves
to their death at my feet--only the bad thoughts remain

I'm so sick of your sudden flags and everyone trying
to paint everyone and everything red, white and blue

I'm sick of every american's shock at a mind that could
conjure such horrible acts, yet what's going through the
collective U.S. of A's mind as revenge?

two tiny worms
can destroy
the biggest
apple

And now I grow a beard, because I'm not re-joining
the Navy, Army, Air-Force, or Marines
The bandwagon is already at capacity

So, I sit here still, a little cheered up now, as I
try to keep the world from butting in to my life
It's hard to do
You have to go out
sometimes....don't you?

Namdam am I

I titled this poem "FUCK!" because most
americans, I think, would be very interested
in reading a poem called "FUCK!"
You proud capitalist bastards
You illiterate ignorers of poetry!
You beautiful beautiful people!
I love you all!
You cunts

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