Where the fuck are you?!
Where the fucking hell are you?!
I'm standing here in the freezing cold,
chaining my lungs out ans stomping my feet.
Where the fuck are you?!
Where the fucking?! Fuck are you?!
I've been waiting twenty minutes and I've thrown away the receipt.
For fucks sake!
Where the fuck are you?!
Where the fucking hell are you?!
I've been stood up in the arctic blizzard
Abandoned in Godiva's town.
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Poetic use of the vernacular is excellent in this poem. Is there significance to using the name Godiva?
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