Better F******

Better Fucking

Better fucking, fucking better, fucking better idea, I think,
fuck.
Random thoughts when I reach the final destination when I do, I do, oh
yes oh fucking damn bloody yes.
Is it the aggression that has managed to build up over the past few
days perhaps weeks?
When I get given a gun and am wearing a uniform I shoot someone cause
that is what I was given the gun for, right. Damn fucking right.
Now perhaps you are indeed right and I have indeed succumbed to some
kind of internal madness which I like to let out from time to time just
to put things straight for the sake of madness and also for the sake of
being. Make a noise I say; at least you can feel that you are alive
when you do.
Oh fucking damn blackbeat shit with the emphasis on fucking again which
definitely stands right at the top of my list of words, at present at
least.
There is energy. To much coffee is the answer drives me crazy that
stuff don't need no stimulant other than that, am mad enough as it goes
don't need no fucking other shit to flip my lid. I can definitely feel
a valve opening better even bursting, shit comes right out not in a
communicational sense more in a verbal heap of something nobody wants.
I call it wired that is how it feels, strong and relentless and
unstoppable and it feels damn good.

© Marcus Bastel