You Bloody Mother Fucking Asshole.

Poetry is no place for a heart that's a whore
And I'm young & I'm strong
But I feel old & tired
Overfired

And I've been poked & stoked
It's all smoke, there's no more fire
Only desire
For you, whoever you are

And you say my time here has been some sort of joke
That I've been messing around
Some sort of incubating periode
And when I really come around
I'm cracking up
And you have no idea how it feels to be on your own

I will not pretend
I will not put on a smile
I will not say I'm allright for you
When all I wanted was to be good
To do everything in truth

You bloody mother fucking asshole
Oh you bloody mother fucking asshole

(Martha Wainwright)