I like cussin’
I even researched the word.
It ain’t cussin’
There’s an R that is not heard.
We’re talking of cursing,
The taking of God’s name in vain,
Back when it was blasphemy.
Those days will never come again.
It ain’t the same way
Like it was back in those times
When spitting on the sidewalk
Was a jailing crime
And black people had to walk
Down in the gutter.
There were words back then that
Decent folks didn’t utter.
Well, I ain’t religious.
I don’t go to any church at all.
It ain’t that I am evil;
I’m not riding for some fall.
But there are times
Like when you hammer your thumb
That saying “Oh fudge!”
Sounds just plain old damn dumb.
I am not sending
Anything or anyone here to hell.
It’s just helps
To say hell or damn or fuckaduck
When you have to yell.
A shuckydern don’t fit the bill like
A shouted “Shit”
When you are pissed off, raving
Ready to spit.
I totally understand
That some words have a place.
Calling people assholes
Can be seen as a huge disgrace.
But I still insist
That many times in a conversation
The word asshole
Just fits the momentary occasion.
So, scoff if you will.
I’ll try to play by your nicey-nice rules,
But there are people
What are nothing but fucking fools.
I do hope you pardon
My not liking any more pleasant words
When someone says
The dumbest shit I have ever heard