Gander

If you

Stabbed me in the chest

With a kitchen knife

And I dripped

"Fuck you"

From my lips

You would not speak to me for three days

You would say "nah, fuck me, right?"

And look right past me

And at my funeral

You would say I was really pretty mean

Then you'd need another three days

To recover from the sound

Of other people crying

And maybe three days after that

You'd have a reasonable excuse

To say things like "fuck you"

Because

Of course

You'd be "griev ing."