I’m bored as hell

Well I think we finally found someone who has adequately articulated how I feel.
I don’t know about you, but I am a very frequent user of profanity. I treat f-bombs and s-bombs like verbal punctuation. I choose to sprinkle them around as adjectives, nouns, verbs and sometimes just sound effects in general (professional conversations excluded). My father says it’s unladylike, to which my response is always “well fuck that”.

So naturally I found this poem to speak directly to me and how I’m feeling right now.

I think today I saw and read several different things that made me angry. Mainly, the news. And reports on how some people don’t seem to understand that what we are all doing is making a sacrifice. Some people’s sacrifice is much greater than others, but haircuts and lawn fertilizer certainly fall into that category so KEEP YOUR ASS AT HOME, KAREN!

If I had to articulate my mood today, it would indeed be profanity-laced. Fuck this pandemic, for sure. But more importantly, fuck this administration and fuck the people that think they know better than the experts.

A+ for the poem.