Some of That

(I guess that a genre I can call this is “two creative stanzas”..(?))

Speaking for how several of my presently held viewpoints appear to be telling myself,
individuals of various personal histories that appear to have resulted in social and geographically experientially influenced sentient interdependent inseparable identifications decide to dangerously conveniently dismissively tell myself,
what the tired and breaking part of me might eventually exclaim, will be “fuck off and may you unfuck yourself into another universe where you do NOT aggressively walk all over those who are trying to remain focused on improving themselves to help others”..,

and because I struggle to remain focused, unfortunately,
when becoming intimidated to the point of being no longer able to function,
well,
I most probably will forget to say,
even some of that