Being a f**ker

Being a f**ker.
That’s what we are.
At our heart.

It only depends on how,
not really who
we f**k.

Do we do it fearlessly?
With courage
and with lust/love?

Do we do it psychically,
with all our body
and all our mind?

Does it leave us shitless?
Are we evacuated,
body and soul?

I’m proud to call
myself a f**ker.

My father was a f**ker
at least once in his life.

My mother was a f**ker
at least once in her life.

God is the biggest f**ker
of them all.

–Mike Zonta, BB editor

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