FUCK YOU

Fuck you
I am not your marketing statistic
Fuck you
I am not your demographic
Fuck you
I am not defined by my bank account
I am not my clothes
I am not my car
I am not my bling bling
I am not how many women I put my penis in
I am not my penis size
I am me, myself, and I
A human animal with fingers instead of claws
Ready to cock back my fist full of fuck yous and punch the world in the face
Ready to piss some gasoline all over this fire
Because I don’t wanna see your terrorist boogeyman anymore
I don’t wanna see your constant loops of planes flying into buildings
I don’t want your anorexic models, celebrity sob stories, and murdered children
I don’t want your rapist politicians,
and I don’t want the latest death toll
So FUCK YOU