I ask them to fuck a poem;
Fucking will not let you forget,
But, of course, they didn’t fuck that.
America this is fucking serious,
A choir boy fucks in the dark.
Be afraid. God does not fuck us.
My friend says I was not a good fuck,
And sorry I could not fuck both
At incredible speed, fucking day and night,
I am a vernacular poet, a talk poet, a fuck.
Matthew Farr grew up in the Milwaukee area, where he wasted his days thinking of ways to waste his nights, and everything he does is a byproduct of avoiding doing anything at all.
