Catch it ! catch it ! its a Flying fuck!

I traded my love to save my soul        
Now i cant find a flying fuck to give            
If i shoot up and accidentally  hit wings          
And a corpse falls at my feet well love,          
That fuck dont fly anymore so now im back at the start of my problems. flying fucks should i find one remind me to bury it so deep that if it rains a fuck root might reach out of the ground in the shape of my favorite finger,          
It seems that the english language limit the ability to explain this phenomenon known as no fucks givin so ive taken the liberty to spend one in a half minutes scribbling sentences to conjure and image because if you concentrate  with an unlimited imagination and count from one to side ways 8 then at your wake pass the information down to the people who relate to you one cold day in hell you might find this fabled flying fuck but then you would have to travel to some parallel universe where i actually gave it.    
So goodluck.