"This poem is entitled PROM"

Fuck tuxedo rentals
Fuck corsages
Fuck hotels
Fuck limos
Fuck dresses
Fuck dinner reservations
Fuck roses
Fuck “babies breath”
Fuck anxiety
Fuck stalking and briefs
Fuck the awkward presentation every school gives
Fuck after prom
Fuck the “one thing that is on every guys mind” -__-

And yet, I’m still excited