I write poems sometimes. I am going to share one with you here. This is a scary and vulnerable thing to do. If you like it, please tell me and I will share some more and maybe create a poetry section here. If you don’t like it, you can tell me that too. It’s cool.
Dirty
i have a tender heart
and a dirty
fucking
mouth.
These things may seem incongruous,
but i assure you
they are not.
In fact, if you find these concepts incongruous,
if you are a person who does not believe in a person’s ability to yell,
“FUUUUCK!!”
or
“Cunts!!”
or
“Eat a bag of dicks!!”
and also have room in their heart to love a child
(or in my case, children as an entire group of small people),
to cuddle a puppy,
to cry at a fucking beer commercial or some shit,
you are probably
not worth my time.
I have shit to do, and
I will be too busy for you,
out here cussing and crying my way through life,
not apologizing for my tender heart,
nor my dirty
fucking
mouth.
I like eat a bag of dicks. Keep going.