It’s not my backyard and I don’t own the deed to the house. So cursing might not be allowed. Let me refresh my statement.
I’m trying to think of an Ode were I can’t use the word FUCK and I’m having a hard go of it…..
In my beta bitch days of my youth I used to be a Sunday morning clean writer dude….
What happened? 2019 into being fucked over into 2021.
I’m thinking about it still though. Why?
Well. I love poetry. Getting back into it this year has lite a fire in my ass about it. I have a secret dream not to make poetry great again but to blow the back end of a beta bitch simps retrorical ass wide open with some
Hard punching words. Some blunt well spoken magnum wordplay shots from a….
Bard of the interwebs. Guardiandogg style poetry.