A Rhythmic Poem

I was on my way home today and this came to me when I was on the train. I aggressively wrote it down even as my stop quickly approached.

F.

Fuck you, and everything you stand for.

You’re a prick. Can’t wait for time to Rambo ya.

Boom. You’re gone. Were not even a Don.

Where you’re off to next, your code X connect.

Fuck with me again and imma show you everything I’m made of.

Madoff. Corrupt. Flipping they doe.

Made off with the kryptonite. Payed off.

I’m watching you. Wanna rip your head off. Raid off.

Insects. Crickets. Fuck it you were nice.

I’m off that. Forget that. Done. You’re gone.

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