I Make No Apology

- I Make No Apology-
by Keaton Foster
18+Rant Poem


Fuck this
Fuck that
Screwed
Blued
Tattooed
I make no apology
Why should I
If need be
I’d come to your house
Walk right up
Slapping that look
Off your face
Kicking you
Square in the nuts
Or twat
Either matters not
Equally I prefer to discriminate
Emphatically I have come to hate
This species as a whole
Such is
The crux of my very soul
You
This group of lemmings
Called human existence
7.2 billion assholes
That should be pushed
Into an ever widened abyss
Into a pit of no end
Down into the darkness
Of a non-essential existence
If you are sitting there
So damn unaware
So mutha fucking queer
Look to your left
Then back to your right
If no one is there
Then I’m talking to you
Then I’m angry at you
You are the focus of my wrath
The intention of my ill will
Don’t take it so personally
Even though you could
But rather take it retrospectively
See what I see in your past
Examples are the bitch cousins
Of any and all future endeavors
Learn when you refuse to
Understand when you can’t
Just make it so
I make no apology
Poems like this
And just about every other
Makes me seem
Bat shit nuts
And I’ll be first to admit
That perception
Is always closer to reality
We are smart beings
Able to think for ourselves
Able to react to our notions
However a constipation cork
Has been shoved up our asses
Causing great discomfort
A gut full of shit
Has infiltrated into our minds
A festering pool of stool
Seeps from our ears
Our eyes swish and swash
Like tiny waves in an ocean
Of putrefied excrement
Removing the cork
Undamming our asses
Allowing the shit to flow
The river of stool will ease
For the betterment of our kind
Anally removing the cork
Will of course be just the start
The stank will always remain
The stain may in time fade
Our minds will become free
Of the shit once bothered with
From such a new place
Clean, pristine, refreshed ideas
Will be born into existence
Thus
Intestinal fortitude will be returned
I make no apology
Nor should any of you
I say what I wish
Holding nothing back
Fuck might seem vulgar
But to me fucking ourselves
Out of the chance to have
Pure, creative, inspiring ideas
Is not worth all the shit
That could ever be vacated
Through the mouths of assholes
Who are sure they have something
Important to add to the conversation
When clearly they don’t…



I Make No Apology
Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2014.