A few years ago, while working as a cook on a tugboat, I wrote a “Poem” about how I felt. Please enjoy.

FUCK THIS Fuck this shit Fuck cooking Fuck this weather Fuck the ocean Fuck this boat Fuck everyone on it Fuck (My company) Fuck 110 more days Fuck towboating Fuck being gone Fuck being cut off from the world Fuck missing parties Fuck missing (My Wife) Fuck not having sex Fuck not seeing my friends Fuck not having alcohol Fuck no internet for months All this motherfucking bullshit can go fuck itself