I used to blog at Everything in the world is all fucked up,
and there’s no fucking, but who the hell cares?
The overriding feeling is fuck you.
I need you now like a hole in the head.
Not that I gave a fuck about fucking
in the first place. With or without my cock
inside you I was yours, your property.
and I existed only to please you.
But if it pleases you to make the world
a hell-hole, then you’re a fucking asshole
and I’ll never stop the shit, nor reach you
no matter how deeply I penetrate.
Everything’s fucked up alright; there are holes
for everything, and you’re just one of them.
—Bob Flanagan, from Slave Sonnet
Ambivalent.
