A debt to Tourette's

There's f*cking owed to me, she will insist,
In tones so curt, her anger's crystal clear;
I f*cking want it and I'm f*cking pissed,
That what I f*cking want will not appear;
I've been so f*cking f*cked by lame intrigues,
That I would rather stop this f*cking sh*t;
This f*cking rubbish: it just f*cking leads,
To f*cking giggles - every f*cking bit;
I have no f*cking worries or regrets,
That I swear like a trooper aggravated;
You f*cking think I f*cking have Tourette's?
You should be f*cking glad I'm not elated;
F*ck: stop your f*cking teasing, f*cking toad;
F*ck: make it better now - I'm f*cking owed.