The "F" word.

Mine may be a little different then yours.

It does not rhyme with Duck or Muck.

But it optimizes something just as destructive as fornication under the consent of the king.

It ruins my day. It dims the vision of my wedding.

It dirties my heart. Muddles my mind and makes me hate my job.

It controls my life. It ruins my rest.

The F word. A word I don't say for giving it acknowledgement would give it worth.


Is he trying to force me into moving?