Ain't Nobody Got Time For That · Bad Poetry

F*ck Asterisks

I think before we go too far, I really should explain

For often, just as when I speak, my writing is profane

You do not have to like it, and you do not have to stay

‘Cause I can guarantee you it’ll happen anyway

 

Feel free to be offended, or, in horror, fan your face

But you can also kiss my ass and find another space

I want you to feel welcome, so I’m striving to be clear

Those uptight sensibilities won’t sit well over here

 

So, if you have the strength to overlook this flaw of mine

Pull up a chair, you fucking freak

I love you! Have some wine!

  

 

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