Feeling real blah today, I have composed another poem to illustrate my mood:

Hi. Fuck, fuck, fuck.
Fuck fuck, fuck fuck.
Oh, look, it's cheese.
Fuck.
Did you fart or does it just sound like that? Fuck!
Fuck, fuck, fuck. Fuck. Fuck? Fuck.
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck....fuck. Fuck.
That's a duck. Fuck, fuck, fuck.
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!
Fuck.
Fuckfuck.
Fuck, fuck fuck. Fuck.
Mm mm lunch time.
Ok back...fuck. Fuck.
Fuck, fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck.
Fuck.
Still hungry.