cubistpoet

This is slightly... it's a bit avant garde. Something new I'm trying.

To His Coy Mistress (The Slam Poet Remix)

Had we but fuck enough, and Time,
This fuckness Lady were no fuck.
We would fuck down, and think which way
To fuck, and fuck our long fuck's Day.
Thou by the Indian fuck's fuck
Should'st Rubies fuck: I by the fuck
Of Humber would fuck. I would
fuck you ten years before the fuck:
And you should if you please fuck
Till the conversion of the Jews.
My vegetable fuck should fuck
fuckinger than fuck, and more slow.
An hundred years should grow to fuck
Thine Eyes, and on thy Forehead fuck.
Two hundred to fuck each Breast:
But thirty fucks to all the rest.
An fuck at least to every part,
And the last fuck should fuck your Heart.
For Lady you deserve this fuck;
Nor would I fuck at lower rate.

But on my back I alwaies fuck
Times winged fuck hurrying near:
And yonder all before us lie
Fucks of vast Eternity.
Thy fuck shall no more be fucked;
Nor, in thy fucking fuck, shall fuck
My fucking fuck: then Worms shall fuck
That long fuck'd Virginity:
And you fucking Honor fucks to dust;
And into fucks all my Lust.
The grave's a fine and private fuck,
But none I fuck do there fuck.

Now therefore, while the youthful fuck
Fucks on thy fuck like morning fuck,
And while thy willing Soul fucks
At every fuck with instant fucks,
Now let us fuck us while we fuck;
And now, like fucking birds of fuck,
Rather at once our Fucks devour,
Than fuck in his slow-fucked pow'r.
Let us fuck all our Strength, and all
Our fuckness, up into one Fuck:
And fuck our Fucks with rough fucking,
Through the fucking gates of Fuck.
Thus, though we cannot make our fuck
fuck still, yet we will make him fuck.