My fuck-it meter’s spiking high;
I can’t even see straight.
If only fuck were a magic word –
a spell I could shout,
and a wand would flash into being
to set everything right.
My fuck-it, fuck-you, fuck-this thoughts
would soften on the spot,
the whole mess clearing out,
balance snapping back in place
with one clean swish of the hand.
Now that would be some powerful magic.
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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