FUCK!

Last night I went out walking, and I bought some new running shoes.
Then I returned a couple of movies.
After that, I bought a case of beer.
I took the beer back to my apartment, and proceeded to put it in the fridge.
But I dropped a couple of bottles on the floor.
They shattered.
Beer was everywhere!
My cat thought we were under attack, and bravely ran into the bedroom,
where she valiantly cowered under the bed.
And I yelled:

"FUCK!"

It was a truley magnificent "FUCK!".
It was so loud, and so sharp, and so authorative.
I barely recognized myself as I hollered it.
I felt like I was giving birth to a God.
Seriously...it was that good.
It was a holy "FUCK!".
Of all the things I have ever said in my life,
this "FUCK!" dwarfed them all.

That "FUCK!" just might have been my masterpiece.

And as I mopped up the beer with an old t-shirt,
and swept all the glass off the floor,
I couldn't help but feel a little bit sad
that the "FUCK!" was over.

I wish that there was an audience there
to appreciate my magnificent "FUCK!"
But it was just me
And also my cat
who was stoically hiding
under my bed.