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"118" and "Book": This Fuckin' Guy has been at it for a year!

118
A year ago today,
This Fucking Guy
Wrote his first fucking poem
Called "Dragonfly"

Whoop-de-fucking-
Motherfucking-whoop-de-fucking-do
Fucking "Dachshund" and Fucking "Daisy"
Were written that day too

I just fucking counted
How many there have been
117 motherfuckers
A motherfucking sin

A few are pretty fucking good
And a few are fucking not
But regardless, 117's
A motherfucking lot

I posted one motherfucker twice
Because it was rewritten
But it only counts as one
Otherwise, that would be bullshitting

And there's a fucking poem called "Cake"
Inside another poem
I figured, fuck it, that one counts
Leave me the fuck alone

Anyway, it's been a year a this shit
Whoop-de-fucking-dee
Happy fucking birthday
To motherfucking me
8/5/2015

Book
I've been thinking,
Fuck me, there are a fuckload
Of This Fuckin' Guy poems.
Shouldn't there be a fucking book?

"Owls" has already been fucking published,
And a few more are supposed to be
In the next fucking issue of Lungfull
And there's a fucking This Fucking Guy T-Shirt
(You can see John S. Hall wearing it here)
There's even a fucking CD

So how about a fucking book?
There's 119 of these motherfuckers
(Counting this motherfucker)
Isn't that enough for a fucking book?

I mean, not all of them should be published
A lot of them are fucking stupid
But even if 70 of them are too fucking stupid to be published,
That's still leaves almost 50.

Almost 50 is enough for a fucking book.
And if it's not,
I could always write some more of these motherfuckers.
Because apparently, I can never shut the fuck up.
I might take a fucking break for a week, or a month,
Or a couple of fucking months,
But I'll be back,
Even if there never is a motherfucking book.
Because This Fuckin' Guy really likes to write poems.
No fucking lie.
8/5/2015

Comments

  1. I don't know if this is inappropriate or out of place but-

    back when myspace was a thing and I was just an awkward teenage girl
    I messaged you to ask if it would be okay if I used one of your songs to play in my profile.

    You actually responded and said it was more than okay and thanked me for being a fan.

    Now I know, high school is rough on everyone and I shouldn't think of my experience as unique, but I was very much the girl who cried herself to sleep at night-

    and I thought you were just the coolest and the fact I got a response from you... Oh geez. It kept me buzzed for a week. I bragged to anyone who would listen and in my group of "counter-culture-alt-indie-rock" kids, I was suddenly looked at in a different light.

    And so, it might seem odd and out of the blue, and even mildly creepy that I'm messaging you here...

    But I just recently found out a dear friend of mine is also a fan, and we were talking, and I remembered that incident.

    So, I thought, shoot- maybe lightening can strike twice! And I'd find you again and thank you, for so many years ago, helping me get a place at the "cool table" for once in my life.

    I should also mention, I sent you a tweet too- but 140 characters didn't seem like enough for a thank you, so I just asked if said friend George and I could make a movie about you.

    If you were interested, ever. We're amateurs for sure, but we've got a lot of heart!

    If not, well, I still think you're the coolest and I hope all the good for you- and only enough bad to make some of the good seem great. Or whatever it is you need in your life. That. I hope you get that. <3 <3 <3

    Mandi

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  2. Hey John. My names Dillon Stambaugh and I'm a junior journalism major/creative writing minor at Roger Williams University in Rhode Island. I'm writing my thesis on the oral nature of poetry, and I was really hoping to schedule an interview you. I couldnt find much contact information for you, so I figured I'd leave a comment. I would really appreciate your expertise. If you're feeling in the need to help out someone who values poetry, you can email me at dstambaugh822@g.rwu.edu. Thank you!

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