Literature
April 14th
April 14th
by p.b. wells
8:30 a.m.
or thereabouts.
Finishing rum and coke three
and four.
There are those who would say...
this is evidence of a problem.
Fuck 'em.
No, seriously...
Fuck 'em.
They don't live my life,
don't know my life.
So, fuck 'em.
They ain't seen what I've seen,
ain't done what I've done,
ain't felt what I have felt,
So, fuck 'em.
I've seen things no one should see,
done things I'll never forgive,
felt depths of shame no one should feel.
So, fuck 'em.
You see, I own my life.
They don't.
I did it,
saw it,
felt it.
They didn't.
So, again, fuck 'em.
But they do judge.
Oh, yes, they do judge.
So, for no other reason than that...
Fuck 'em.
If you're one of those who can say...
I understand.
Maybe someday we can share a few rounds...
let it all out...
laugh...
cry...
and then
to those who don't understand
we simply smile and say...
Fuck 'em.
Rum and coke five and six, please.
