My fuck-it meter’s spiking high;
I can’t even see straight.
If only fuck were a magic word –
a spell I could hiss,
I’d summon a wand from thin air
and set the whole damn mess on fire.
My fuck-it, fuck-you, fuck-this thoughts
softened on the spot,
equilibrium restored
with one damn flick of the wrist
Now that would be some powerful magick.
Guess I’ll just sage instead.
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Musings of a Taiwanese American Adoptee 
If only! 🙂
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Right?!
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I feel you. Sometimes my meter goes on overload….
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