Zero Ducks
Do you ever get so livid you can't fucking call?
You just have to share your mind once and for all.
You pick up your fucking phone and start typing away.
Face red hot and fingers without delay.
And just when the emotion is starting to flow
It changes fuck to duck but you did not know.
Sent! You press, accomplished and proud.
Until you read your masterpiece out and aloud.
'Who the actual duck, do you think you are?!'
'I'm so ducking mad, did you scratch my car?'
'Duck you, you ducking prick, you can suck my left nut!'
'This is ducking ridiculous, keep your ducking mouth shut!'
The anger starts to boil, frustration starts to rise,
Witnessing your text's effort untimely demise.
'Oh fuck,' you resign as you throw your phone down,
If frustration was a competition you'd wear the fucking crown.
No reply received, now this is fucking war.
You scowl from your chair and hear the fucking door.
Stood up and with purpose and ready to fight,
They show their face and all their fucking delight.
The anger disperses with their fucking cheeky style,
'Shut the fuck up' you whisper with a devilish smile.
