We use our mouths and utter
You fucked up
We fucked
I’m gonna fuck him up
For fuck’s sake
Fuck her
But they all mean the same thing
Because once you’re in that state of fuck
Your mind isn’t functioning in this realm
Of normality
As you’ve been transported to a
Construct that your mind can’t
Comprehend;
Can’t ascertain
A place where decorum bows down
To emotions; that the mere thought
Of translating these emotions
To an acceptable form is
Laughable and inconceivable
Where extremities bare all
Feelings penetrate the surface
It draws you deeper
As it rotates around you
Grabbing its hands around
Your waist
Your arms
Your throat
And the only thing you can do is
To fuck the fuck