The Phuckless Poet

Phuckshine on a phuckless day

On a rainy day, with skies so gray,
A zerophucker strolls their way,
No umbrella, no coat in sight,
Just soaking in the rainy light.

The world may frown, but they don't care,
Raindrops tangled in their hair,
With every splash, a peaceful grin,
For they're the master of within.

The sun? It's hiding, that’s okay,
They’ll find it in their own display,
A smile that shines despite the storm,
Because their joy takes any form.

No need to chase the clouds away,
They bask in puddles, here to stay,
A zerophucker through and through,
Dancing in the grayish hue.

For even in the pouring rain,
They’ve learned to let go of the strain,
No sun? No phucks. It’s all the same,
They own the storm, they own the game.