I neither give one nor possess enough
to spare a flying kind
You’re entitled to not give one back
Or put one up your large behind…
F You, me, they, them, thems, hes and shes
F this and that, your dog and cat
horse you rode in on, and also that
for a game of marbles if you please…
So off you go, and F yourself
And while you’re there F someone else
Your mum, your dad, your neighbours kids
and do confess to what you did
For in the joy of F’s release
will you find sweet sweet f’ing peace
Afterwards 