Up yours
ucker

Cock and tucker
Away

Up yours

let words
Dance scorched
On my tongue
As I spit them out

Up yours anal retentive
And yours tax collector incentive
And yours bigot beer belly jeer rhythm inventive
Inner fear may secretly love it
The big indifference
Big time
Pen pecked
fuckers

Oh and up yours

Don’t give a flying handbag
What you say
The more you poke
Attempt the slay
The more fire breathing

Up yours

Freedom of expression
My driving force prime motive
Creativity the gift
And if
You try to stop
Or judge
Or flop in fear

Sorry

But up yours