Fuckery 2.0

By Amy Moretsele

The second in the Fuckery poetry series written by Brit teen Amy Moretsele, Fuckery 2.0 is just as mind-bendingly quirky as the first. It contains the same refreshingly weird humour found prior - personified vegetables and fridge-freezers, as well as a part two to the Fuckery original Le Boog. But also has a newfound darkness. If you ever thought poetry was dull, read Fuckery and think again.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Amy Moretsele
• Release date: Oct 9, 2016
• ISBN: 9781370190034

Amy Moretsele

A seventeen-year-old Brit writing a poetry eBook series.

Book preview

The Poet

I am an unwitting servant

to the words

generated in my subconscious

Stay home

Stay home where it’s warm

it’s cold outside

The sun beats down

but it’s the look

of detachment

in their eyes. Stay home.

Under sheets. The day is

Long and tiring

The night trying

You’re weak now

Just stay home.

At home your heart is insulated. Completely

underwhelmed

Comfortable. Drifting from room to room

finally head at peace

Free of the swarm they bring

Stay home.

They can’t get to you.

The world can’t get to you.

You are safe in a cocoon of

dull mediocrity and low expectations.

So stay home. Please.

– Sincerely your heart and mind x

Another cup

Pour another cup of coffee

To ease your drooping eyes

the way they wince at the sunlight

Because the thoughts of how

All the novels you’ve read’s

stories will inevitably be more satisfying than the story of your own life

Keep you up

at night.

Another cup. Because despite how

adults reminisce their teenage years, wishing they could

Turn back the clock

to ringing adolescent thrills

It will get better

I won’t always feel so. bored.

That I wish I’d be a victim of suffering

For kicks.

Expectations weigh you down. So pour

Another cup to lift you up.

to fill with empty ambitions.

After all everyone eventually finds

their own. meagre. satisfactory role to play

Eventually you fit the costume.

And then we die

become rotting dirt

Below the dirt we’ve left behind.

So pour another cup

And for God’s sake don’t get sick.

The Funeral

Missing someone is

the disease before their