Force of fuckin nature

I’m not writing nothing new, but neither are you.

And we didn’t choose to get dropped in a world all used up. Another load blown in a cup that’s been half dried up in the creases of daddy’s sticky fingers.

Life laid out a set of rules. Not creative; rigid, unbreakable. Lack of fluidity dehydrating our hopes and dreams and forward momentum. 

I am a GODDAMN force of nature scratching at your bolted door. Kicking in the teeth of the mouth that said, “No, someone else.” 

Fuck someone else, and fuck you, and fuck your crusty cum-stained existence.