ABOUT THE POEM: Go Fuck Yourself is not a poem about anger. It is a poem about hunger. The hunger described here is broader than food, broader than desire, broader even than loneliness. It is the fundamental human condition of lacking something necessary for existence while continuing to exist anyway. The poem examines what happens when a person discovers that character, virtue, discipline, truth, and good intentions do not automatically produce fulfillment. The central conflict is the gap between reality and truth. Truth may tell a person to remain dignified, patient, virtuous, or principled. Reality asks a simpler question: are you hungry or not? Are you thirsty or not? The body, the mind, and the Inner Core do not negotiate with philosophical ideals forever. Eventually, need demands payment. Within the Ronie Dinosaur framework, human behavior follows a sequence: Awareness → Consciousness → Inner Core → Character → Desire → Intent → Action Character is not treated as morality, goodness, or social approval. Character is understood as the mechanism standing between the Inner Core and desire. It reads the compass and decides what to do with the fire. Its purpose is not virtue, victory, or heaven. Its purpose is survival. The poem argues that hunger can be suppressed, ignored, postponed, or forgotten, but it cannot be permanently eliminated through character alone. A starving person remains hungry regardless of how noble they are. A lonely person remains lonely regardless of how correct they are. Reality continues to demand what truth cannot provide. The work also explores the concept of flaws. A flaw is presented not as a deliberate choice, but as accumulated damage that life refused to avoid in order to continue. The question remains open whether flaws merely damage character or whether they eventually become part of character itself. The recurring image of consumption is symbolic. To consume is to transform absence into experience. What enters experience becomes real. What remains absent remains abstraction. The poem therefore rejects passive waiting and examines the practical consequences of need, desire, deprivation, and survival. Despite its confrontational title, the poem is not a celebration of destruction. It is a confrontation with existence itself. It asks whether dignity is enough when the body is starving, whether character is enough when desire remains unmet, and whether truth matters when reality refuses to cooperate. The conclusion offered is neither optimistic nor pessimistic. It is structural. Eyes seek light. Ears seek sound. Character seeks alignment with the Inner Core. And life continues. Ronie Dinosaur is walking.Go Fuck Yourself
I will consume it all—
man and woman, God and beast,
joy and sorrow, famine and feast.
Darkness and light,
humiliation and pride,
every wound I carried,
every place I died.
Love, lust, greed, ego—
every dream desire has spun,
for what reaches my stomach is mine,
and everything else is none.
Thirst cannot be conquered,
hunger cannot be denied.
I refuse to starve in silence.
I will consume it all, this time.
The gap between reality and truth—have I named it?
Lose dignity to feed hunger.
The gap between reality in the past and truth—have I named it?
Lose self to quench thirst.
Now character is,
Neither action nor duty,
neither good nor bad,
neither sin nor virtue,
neither right nor wrong,
neither heaven nor hell,
neither truth nor falsehood—
none of it reaches the one inside.
Character is alignment with the Inner Core.
Character stands between Inner Core and desire,
reading the compass,
deciding what to do with the fire.
So what’s the point of dying hungry and thirsty,
when life is lived only once?
What I took,
what I refused,
what I left,
what I endured—
this is me.
That is my intent.
Hope is a luxury I can’t afford.
I am that kind of poor.
Without recognition, I do not become less.
With recognition, I do not become more.
Because what is, is, and what is not, is not.
But the distance between reality and truth does not understand the hunger of a human life.
It simply says: if it is not here, then bring it.
Eat. And if not yours, then satisfy the hunger of hunger.
And this is where reality versus truth becomes practical.
I beg from no one,
and no one gives to me,
so I have nothing.
I am still alive and I am hungry.
“Is character enough if it cannot save a hungry body?”
I know but a human inside still keeps asking.
Hunger can be suppressed, forgotten, but not eliminated through character.
Sometimes Inner Core slips past the guard,
takes the wheel,
ignores the compass entirely.
Then intent follows desire unchecked,
and action arrives raw.
Does this sky, this earth, have nothing left for me?
I’m afraid of the silence—time is bleeding out.
Those who promised me love, pickpocketed me clean:
took whatever shone,
then dropped me in a ditch like used tissue,
to be gone.
You cannot trade with people
who are shopping for luxury
when you are begging for water.
What enters experience becomes real.
What remains absent remains abstraction.
But if character cannot feed hunger,
what is character for?
Eyes seek light.
Ears seek sound.
Character seeks alignment
with the Inner Core—
not victory,
not virtue,
not heaven.
Survival.
A flaw is born not as a decision,
not as adaptation,
but as damage life refused to avoid
in order to continue.
Ronie Dinosaur is walking.
