My mom says "frick"
or "fiddlesticks"
even when kids aren't around.
She's holding in
some of that pure, unfiltered rage
each time a plate is dropped
or toe is stubbed.
If only she'd just shout "OH FUCK!"
she wouldn't lash out
at grandma or sob uncontrollably later.
Someone once said to me, "Fuck you!"
and I was happy.
It means they won't murder me in my sleep
because they expressed verbal and not physical rage.
I was happier when someone told me "go fuck yourself"
because I went home and did just that.
Speaking of pleasure,
the act of fucking
burns between 85-250 calories,
improves sleep & your immune system.
Google it.
I've been fucked;
a realization &/or learning experience
having gone broke without a way to pay rent
resulting in the lesson of moving back in with the parents.
We can get fucked up.
A couple too many tokes &/or shots of gin &/or punches to the face.
We learn the perils of excess.
In third grade, I was fucked up by a group of 6-7 kids.
I learned I never want to experience THAT
uncomfortable feeling again.
Why is fuck such a bad word again?