Got the Motherfucker

A poem is just a splinter

You kind of push a little bit

Hope something pops out

When it doesn’t instantly

You get a little pissed

Start pushing, hurting yourself

Then your finger starts to turn red

You scream, push a lot harder

That shit doesn’t work

So you get some scissors

And a pin

And nail clippers

A goddamned knife

And start tearing your own flesh

And you take the first layer

Then the second layer

You see the goddamned thing

But it won’t come up

So you go past subcutaneous

And you scream

And the little fucker pops out

And onto the floor before you can hold it

And yell a victory cheer at it

Actually, that’s not much like a poem

That’s more like that splinter I just pulled

But anyway, that’s why it hurts to type this

With my right ring finger

So fuck you