My Fucks (Original Poetry)

The fucks i give.
Oh the fucks I give.
I have 0 fucks to bestow upon thee, because thou looks like a fucking tree.

Be hero, my fucks, be a hero to me and discover what is... sonotherapy.

My weary old fucks, my eerie old fucks, be teary and dreary and wither, my fucks.
Blithers, my fucks, drives fissures, my fucks, they tire in dire libations, my fucks.

Creation, my fucks-- it's deluxe by luck, the foundation is in proliferation, its crux.
Cremation, my fucks, cremation is near, the time is nigh, my dear, to cheer!
From 5 to 4 to 4 to 1, my fucks shall die in the morning sun.