Meh,

it’s ironic that you care to tell me.

That’s all I got on it.

But the cumulative load

is worth its weight in something.

 

I once called fuck you a poem.

I still consider it a poem.

But it’s not this poem.

No. This poem is less

than just purely my disdain.

 

Glad you consider me

talented, durable, etcetera.

Everything else, though,

you kind of lost me.