Travelling Like A Wild Child

(Warning Contains Swearing & Weirdness)

We're all just travelling through time!
You know what— Fuck trying to rhyme—
Was that statement a poetry offence?!
Will I have to do some recompense?

Are you still thinking about the "Fuck",
Why did I swear, it's making you stare—
Just LOOK at that word! Isn't language absurd?

It's like the word's wearing grammatical underwear—
Keep staring—
are you caring?

Fuck this... I'm feeling wild!
I'm swearing like a rebellious child—
Damn this feels good!
But—
Am I being misunderstood?

Is this a poem, or have I gone mad?

What the fuck's going on with me and my dad!
Nothing—
I love him.
Caring is sharing, and staring is daring,
Daring to be unselfish,
To love and to hold,
Until richer or poorer—
Does anyone buy this stuff?
It's all just fluff—
Hang on! This verse is getting too long!
Could this be a song?
Do you want a song?
Do we really get along?

Okay...
Time to stop this crazy poetry gavel!
I'm banging my keyboard, trying to mention "TRAVEL"!

There, I did it! I mentioned the prompt:
Do I get a reward—
Will the comments be swamped?

Okay wrap this up, say something profound—
Ah so this is why ostriches put their heads in the ground!

I better go now, I've really fucked this up—
Profanities keep falling like acid rain!
Final thought—
Will you read this again?