What The Fuck

What the fuck are birds so excited about at 5am?

What the fuck…

I say what the fuck needs to be said, not what you want to hear.

I say…

Every damn day I ask the same three questions. What the fuck is wrong with people? What the fuck was I thinking? Where the fuck is my drink?

Every damn day…

Sometimes even the devil on my shoulder asks “What the fuck are you doing?”

Sometimes…

I wonder how many people think, “What the fuck?” after talking to me.

I wonder…

Do what the fuck you want. Because in the end people are assholes and will judge you anyway.

Do what the fuck you want…