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block capitals

i don't even know if this counts as a poem
i sort of really dislike this
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HEY LOVE. FUCK YOU AND FUCK YOUR SHIT. I WANT TO WRITE POETRY IN CAPITAL LETTERS EVEN THOUGH I HATE CAPITAL LETTERS. I WANT TO SPRAY COLD WATER IN THE FACE OF THE LORD. WHY? BECAUSE I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO. I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO AND I HAVEN'T KNOWN WHAT TO DO FOR MONTHS. DO YOU HEAR ME? I'M READY TO SPRAY COLD WATER IN THE FACE OF THE LORD. AND IT SURE AS HELL WON'T BE HOLY WATER. I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO AND I'M NOT PROUD OF NOT KNOWING WHAT TO DO BUT THIS IS WHAT I'M GOING TO DO. I'M GOING TO SCREAM IN ALL OF YOUR FACES UNTIL THE WORLD RIGHTS ITSELF. I'M GOING TO SPRAY COLD WATER IN YOUR FACES. I'M GOING TO STAY UP TIL DAWN WITH VOICES SCREAMING IN MY EARS BECAUSE IT'LL KEEP ME SANE. I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO BUT I KNOW I'M FED UP WITH YOU, LOVE, I'M FED UP WITH YOUR PLATONIC HUGS AND YOUR HAND SQUEEZES UNDER THE TABLE. FUCK YOU, LOVE. FUCK. YOU.