People are made to be fucked.
I have died
Every day
Since I became self-aware
At ten years old
The moment I learned
My Dad was going to die
Soon of lung cancer.
Then Doug's dad died
of cancer
of course.
Doug was my uncle.
Doug was on a boat
with my maternal grandfather's ashes
and the rest of us.
Doug saw a duck
Doug exclaimed, "Sometimes you just have to say What the Fuck?
What the Fuck?
There's a duck!"
I ...
....................................................
I don't want to be empty
I am afraid of being Nothing
I am going to take a shower now
We shall meet again soon, my Love
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