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Zazzles, You F'kn Wench

Yeah, fuck you.
You moved to the fucking beach  
and left me here, inland, with all the fucking snow.

I'll fuckin' remember this--don't you worry.
I'm still driving-fucking-distance to Wingaersheek
and I'm gonna haul my fucking ass
up there and write "Fuck!" in the sand  
outside your fucking window
with a driftwood fuck-stick.  
How's them fuckin' apples?
Put that in your fuckin' pipe and smoke it.
(You know I'm fucking kidding--
I'm so fucking happy you made it outta the 'Burg!)
Save a fuckin' plot of land for me--
I'll be there when I don't give a flying fuck about my job anymore
or if I win the fucking lottery-- whichever comes first.  
Congratulations with all my (jealous) fucking heart--
I fucking love that you made the dream, happen!
Author's Note
Written for Zazzles' "Fuck You" comp
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