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Oct 2019
Every effing day
I effing go to my effing wonderful job,
Where I effing listen to effing grown-ups
Who don't effing seem to effing know
How to effing make an effing sentence
Without effing using the effing eff word
Every effing other effing moment.
My effing students say the effing eff word
So effing often that they don’t effing realize that
They’re even effing using it; it just effing slips out.
So, when I effing say, “No, thank you,”
They stare at me blankly. “What the eff?” they ask.
“You said I should ‘eff this’,” I reply. “No, thank you. I’d rather not.”
For one or two effing moments, they effing realize that
Their adjective, verb, and exclamatory vocabulary has been reduced to variations of the same effing word, but then they resume their effing,
and the effing teaching moment is effing lost.

It effing drives me effing crazy!
I was sitting in my classroom on 10/31/19, waiting for my students, and all I could hear from the hallway was "f" this and "f-ing" that. I'd finally had my fill, and this "poem" was the result.
Written by
Bill M  M/Maine
(M/Maine)   
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     Crow and Bogdan Dragos
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