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Hate
 
Fuck the way that curtain of hair falls over your face
Fuck those black jeans you wear every Tuesday
Fuck your shoes
Fuck your arms knotted together
Fuck your legs crossed like a fucking ribbon
Fuck the sound of your voice I hate the sound of your fucking voice
Fuck all your poems
Fuck every volume of poetry you have ever written
Fuck the artwork on the covers of all your fucking books
Fuck you for liking my poetry I don’t give a fuck
Fuck your dog, Byron GET THAT FUCKING MUTT OFF MY LEG!
Fuck your Soho apartment
Fucking hate Soho cuz you fucking live there
I’ll fucking hate it after you’re gone
Fuck you & your tea with honey
Fuck the fact that it’s you putting honey in my fucking tea
Fuck talking poetry in your living room
And by the way, I will not tone down that poem, so fuck you
Fuck your smile
Fuck your laugh, too Hate your fucking laugh
Fuck your romance novel mouth
Fuck the choices we gotta make
I’m making the choice to tell you to go fuck yourself
Fuck your lover
Fuck your chocolate-covered turtles
Fuck your poem in James White Review Who needs it
Fuck you. I hope you fucking die horribly you piece of shit
Fucking piece of shit
Fuck you, we have nothing in fucking common, so fuck you
Fuck you. I don’t wanna get to know you
You bring out the worst in me so go fuck yourself
I shit on your poems
Shit on you, you piece of shit
Fuck your v-neck sweater from last Tuesday I HATED IT!
Fuck you in the ass
Fuck your fabric softener
Fuck you I don’t care if you call the next day 
As a matter of fact, lose my fucking number
Fuck your teadrop of pre-cum
Fuck your cock. I hope you’re pissing blood
Fuck getting inside you 
I might catch something from your fucking scumhole
Fuck your nipples
Fuck your stomach ribs and arms
Fuck having safe sex with you
Fuck your tongue
Fuck your bitter tasting cum
Fucking holding hands
I’m not your fucking star-crossed lover
Fuck your cock
Fuck vacuum pumps
Fuck your Tootsie roll toes
Fuck thick lips & jockstraps
Fuck cowboy boots
Fuck gonorrhea
Fuck gift-wrapped tongues
Fuck your name
Fuck your name
Fuck
Your
Name
Fuck your name
Fuck the anthologies you’ve been published in. WHO CARES!
Fuck poppers
Fuck buckets, pools & cement trucks of your cum
Fuck making love. Fuck love. FUCK LOVE FUCK LOVE!
Fuck poetry readings
Fuck broom closets
Fuck rush hour traffic
Fuck convertibles
Fuck naked thighs
Fuck making love all afternoon
Fuck Sundays
Go to hell GO TO HELL GO TO HELLLLLLLLLLLLLL

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