F
f
if folly is foolish enough
why not fall in
let fecund flatulence
form a fissure
and fistula for the family
to firmly fit in
foment a fued
function as fools
ferment frustration
and fuel the future with fear
find fellow followers
friends and flapping fiends
flailing in fallow fields
full of flotsam and fleas
phlegm and fumes
freaked and fainting
foul and dysfunctional
forever failing
famously futile
frankly fit to fry
finished with the fare
first and foremost
front and flexed
fleeing frustrated
into fetid formlessness
confess, confess
and f**k the firmament
cause it didn’t play fair.
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