Fuck you sir

Well fuck you sir for thinking I give a flying fuck what you think
Am I really that nasty or do you maybe smell your own stink
Riding on a high horse you may want to rethink
Being so judgmental - A tip WINK WINK

I am responsible for what I say and not what you hear
And if what I write should ever make me fear
For what the fuck you have to say my dear
Then I think its clear I should not be here

But lucky for me I care not for what your uptight ass is feeling
I am here for poetry and minds like mine not here for revealing
My true self to assholes and creeps like you so unappealing
True friends are made here - but masks are worn when dealing
With people you don't know until the mistrust starts kneeling

So fuck you sir for thinking that I am what I write
In my mind I am anything and everything in this fight
Now please fuck off forever - it will be such a delight
As I have other minds that I can excite
That are nasty with me and yet still more fucking polite

Oh I almost forgot
Fuck you sir and have a jolly good night