The world is too much fucking with us; late and fucking soon,
Getting and fucking spending, we lay waste our fucking powers:
Little we see in fucking Nature that is fucking ours;
We have given our fucking hearts away, a fucking sordid boon!
This fucking Sea that bares her fucking bosom to the moon;
The fucking winds that will be howling at all fucking hours;
And are up-fucking-gathered now like sleeping, fucking flowers;
For this, for fucking everything, we are fucking out of tune;
It moves us not. Great fucking God! I'd rather fucking be
A fucking Pagan suckled in a fucking creed outworn;
So might I, standing on this fucking fucking pleasant lea,
Have fucking glimpses that would make me less fucking forlorn;
Have sight of Proteus fucking rising from the fucking sea;
Or hear old fucking Triton blow his wreathéd, fucking horn.