More Love Poem by Rodney Dufault

I told you about my son and his mother just before,
and that there also were a few others that I adore.
I understand the times when you shut your doors,
but do you also understand that doing such ensures
that I'm just going to keep tryin' to love you fuckers more?
Trying to keep up with all my brothers is a chore.
We've made the best of life, though we had to suffer war.
When it came to that; Damn, I watched our numbers soar.
Now they seem to have dwindled; Youngsters nevermore.
But do I still often root for the up-and-comers? Sure.
I feel it is for them that I once made these colors for,
so I pass it on to them; Hopefully I'll slumber. Snore.
Now I'm fully awake again and I don't hunger anymore
for the war to begin anew. No, I feel comfort in my core.
I wrote this entire rhyme with only one word vulgar; Score!
How many days'll that last? I'm guessing probably under four.