Looking like a fool I wince as the shame that normally wains but never goes
washes over me. Makes me bite my bottom lip to form the four letters: Fuck.
At least it didn't come out loud, my lips are bad company but the world's a crowd. Why do these things have to be finnicky? Fuck the word
has moved upwards as they give an awkward smirk that seems to stick there for some reasons
I don't know.
Fuck them.
No fuck me I hate that this happens how often this happens.
Fuck now the word becomes numb like it forever does when it isn't on my tongue,
as nothing as the fucking air I breathe
Fuck the swear is swishing around brain almost as strong as when it started up there because fuck,
how I always am.
Fuck my fingers, fucking fucking up all the fucking time...
Stop you fucking drama queen just fucking SCREAM.


Now
Breath in the actual air that's really nothing to you


Why do this to me?
Finally found the right change, just give the money to the lady and relax like you know your gonna hate for god sake, the time with your mind  when not making jokes or rhyme sometimes is filled with horrific grime that's ubiquitious and sometimes makes you want quit the stuff you love.
why don't you stop?


"Thank you for shopping with us"
Thank you for ending the shopping with you
It's over.
Fuck,
I'm glad.

Now
Breath it out into something better