Drop the Attitude Fucker

that cunt does not
play nice
but neither do I
when I’ve had enough
to chew on

my mouth is full
tongue twitching
but holding back
on the coat tails
of black tux hope
lined with gray fur

shut up

knock it off, Francis
I don’t relax
my hands and words
are always ready
to fight my way home

fuck you

I am not
the gutter
you think I am
but I can get down real filthy
and low

I will not for you.

these arms have held
few and far between
but that thought doesn’t
bring you comfort

so you keep rounding,
assigning night job names
and I’ll keep walking
to higher ground.


The Queers- drop the attitude fucker!