Meh,
it’s ironic that you care to tell me.
That’s all I got on it.
But the cumulative load
is worth its weight in something.
I once called fuck you a poem.
I still consider it a poem.
But it’s not this poem.
No. This poem is less
than just purely my disdain.
Glad you consider me
talented, durable, etcetera.
Everything else, though,
you kind of lost me.