Bad Poetry (Extremely Censored, Thanks Medium)

Note: Because of the explicit language and imagery, the original poem has not received the usual promotion a Medium post usually gets. This is the uncensored version — stripped of all meaning. Enjoy this experiment. Check my profile to find the uncensored version.

I just ****

The wind smells like ***; not the kosher kind

I am a child of dog, a dog of ***, a guard of hard

I’ll grab you by the ***

And tell you I love you

No really, I love you!

I love you even more now

I just ****

To my senses

Actually, I don’t love you

My mother really hates me

**** you mom, I hate you too

My dad thinks I’m a failure

***** you dad, I’m your failure

I am mass hysteria

I am spiraling anxiety

I am dirt and poor and high maintenance

The solitude is a temporary solution

But we all have to eat

I’m a pig who eats pig and ***** it up for my kids

I need more kids to feed

I **** again; I did

Bye kids

I’m black as ****; no, brown as ****

I don’t know, whatever the racists hate more

I’m an *****, a ****, a ******

I have doubts I could even fit in with them

Go on call me what you like

I don’t like you either

You’re a **** duck with a **********

A **** ****!

A sham, a shame and shameless and shameful

The evolution of a garbage man

Garbage woman, garbage human

I’m doing this because I love you more than I love myself

I’m making history

As long as global warming doesn’t kill the internet, my digital spirit will live on

I’m a downer, downtrodden,

Into the ground

I get high,

Into the sky

I might fly by in my drop-ship and drop **** onto my own home

Just so that someone acknowledges my being

One for the team — teim

There’s a ******* judgemental eye in my team

Looking back, looking black, looking trash

Back then, black depression, trash mission

****!