The F Word

Fearful of the future’s futile face, forcing the façade of falsehood upon my friends and family forevermore… facing facts of fucked up fraudulent heart feuds… finding freshness in fake footholds, but fountains of freedom forsaken, as I fully fuse fear and festivity, feverish in my fervent flight from finality… like fools force fed forged fulfillment… frowned upon foundations of faulty fruition as fundamentally fought against… frantically fumble toward fallacies, fenced in with fidgety fingers falling fervently to the empty cell I call my life.