Fucking (I hope you're over soon)

(written: first days of May, sometime)

Fucking May and fucking June
I hope you're over soon
Hope you won't last, the world is vast
I hope you're ending soon

Fucking day and fucking moon
I hope you work your magic
To make this land suffice and grand
Advice the hand that makes it tragic

Fuck, the light, and oh, the night
Please help us lift our sorrows
For a great cause with great applause
We send our troubles to good morrows