Fuck you…
Fuck you…
Bad ass and beautiful girl told her Bloody Mary. Fuck you all and I ordered three fingers of the Johnnie Walker. She looked at me. She asked me. What are doing old man. Trying to drink yourself to death?
I told her. Just drinking with a friend. He can’t be here. He is alone in his grave up-north and I am here. She looked sad and she asked. Can I join you my new friend and my name is Eleanor. I told her. My friend would be honored a pretty lady drank with us and are you alright? She looked sad and she told me. Just a pissed off lady needed a kind friend.
I told her. We need some friends. It is hell, swimming in shit alone. My name is Johnnie and I ordered three more fingers of the Johnnie Walker. She smiled and she took my hands. She whispered to me. We must remember the good people. I told her. Life can be hell, but we are alive and we try to something good.
I raised my first finger of whiskey and she touched my shot glass. I told the night. To being alive and good friends. We will dance in shit and learn to accept the smell and thank you Dan for being a friend.
We drank the whiskey and she took my hands. She told me, I was in the fuck you mind, and now I am in the let’s cry together mind. Let’s talk and maybe find some sort of peace.
I told her, thank you and I kissed both her hands. I raised the second finger of the Johnnie Walker. I told the night, please take care of his beautiful daughters. They have become strong women. He would be so damn proud of them. I saw a tear in her eyes and she whispered. I will pray with you.
I raised the third glass of the Johnnie Walker and I told her. Fuck war, fuck the damn wars. Tears fell from my eyes and she held me and she whispered. Fuck you war.
Coyote
My life suck you means I love you so I would like to extend a fuck you to you for your beautiful writing here I was intrigued as I read it this reminds me so much of an older gentleman friend of mine, Wade. We never see eye-to-eye and we don’t but that bother us funny thing last time I saw him which was this evening we were trying to argue with one of those like I said it out loud to him we don’t argue good friends we are a very short while ago that we were complete strangers to one another except for our energy thank you again so much for this poem absolutely beautiful
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Thank you Nikki. Life is a steady teacher.
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And lover and excellent gift giver ❤
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In my life when I say fuck you it means I love you i am really in aww of this fuck you poem, to this i say fuck you fuck you. Fuck you fuck you can I get a fuck yeah fuck yeah…
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Thank you.
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Thank you dear Nikki.
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I dig it
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Thank you for reading. Life teaches us many lessons. I learn war, only the winner is remembered.
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Sometimes “Fuck” is the only word which serves. Lovely poem. I saw it unfold in real time. I probably could have even played a starring role.
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Yes dear Jennifer. On August 24, yearly and today. I remember my friend. A two-sided coin. I am lucky to be alive and I miss my good friend. Thank you for reading and the comment.
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