Monday, March 7, 2016

Wasting freedom (#Poetry Monday*)

I swear!
Aren’t I cool?

(Or do you take me for a fool?)

I love those edgy
dirty words.
S---!
F---!
A--h---!

I use them all the time.
They’re so sublime.
I feel like such a sailor.
To my faith, meh,
a bit of a traitor.

But still
I like to fill
the air around me
with a wordy filigree
of words so undainty
as to make your
thinned hair curl.

I especially like to hurl
salty insults at those
whom I loathe.

It makes me feel so powerful
and free.
Would you like to hear an example?
One, two, three
here goes....

Just kidding.

I’ll stuff the bawdiness for later
when I’m with cooler urbanators,
fellow civility quakers,
enlightened like me.

Have a blessed day!





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I dont like swearing. Especially really crude swearing. I would rather read a bad poem that have to put up with bad language. And I don’t buy any (or at least most) of the arguments supporting it’s use in any context. Do you? Coarse language should be off limits for those who identify as Christians. Of course, supporting Donald Trump should also be off limits for believers... Anyway, what do you think? Do you cringe when you hear or read foul language? Or does it not bother you at all. Sound off in the comments! Just keep it clean ;-)

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