piping the "f" bomb
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last poem i wrote dropping the "f " bomb, i started out by saying what the fuck right
this time around i'll start off by just saying fuck
there is more rampant shootings in nyc where one has to squat like a duck
fuck
too many women spitting out kids worse than a grown man asking his mom for a buck
fuck
people who dress and act dirty like a farm boy name huck
fuck
start making moves and stop asking for a miracle and luck
fuck
people still running away from a crime scene in a suv truck
fuck
individuals who are stagnant and comfortable remain to be stuck
fuck
did i still pipe more "f" bombs than the war of 1812?
of course i did, fuck and its 2012