Well that went downhill very f’ing fast…

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