Fuck Writing Tonight

Fuck writing tonight,
in the dark green color
of the pale moonlight.

Fuck singing voices,
in the poor pallor of
the lunar palace.

Fuck lyrical hymns tonight,
in the supersonic speed
of godly light.

Fuck beating hearts,
in the twine of
mutual thoughts.

Fuck poetry tonight,
in the visual symmetry
falsifying imaginations.

Fuck art,
in the assumption
any piece of shit qualifies.

Fuck this tonight,
in the very instant
I scribble it!
Fuck it!