My Fucking Soul

My Fucking Soul

My soul is crying out -

“You have a responsibility

Not to give a fuck!”:

What was she worth?

But pain, and fuck me,

She wanted me to change!

“Stop drinking and stop whoring!”

And all the rest;

But I wish I could rest

My head between her ample breasts.

But I am doomed to die alone

And who cares?

When I’m gone I’m fucking gone

And God will be the test.