The chicken baulked, "Phaulk!"
Before Latin chose to roll around,
And the "Librarian's sound, it"
Has been through pursed lips
Oedipus was clapping cheeks,
Long before Middle English clapped any,
When lions and tigers and bares
Were the prime predators
Even in The Garden,
Snake said as,
As snakes say as,
Where the language of choice I know,
Not to be English.
And if your dainty, sky-locked eyes soul and mind,
Remain unfazed by kid killers, or rampant rapers,
But try to censor my ******* ****?
You're a floated Liver of sins, my friend
When you disrobe in-front of the mirror-unmarred
You find yourself bloated and ill hued
The excess soil in your cuss
What you’ve amassed in free wanting
has driven you into a clot
Your consumption has padded you to reach a total
and all you can do is amount upon the scale of mammal judgement
and feast upon your grave
Look to your pillow and it’s embroideries !
Can you make out the words ?
‘A pleasured out beast of glut and ego
Unwealthy and devoid’
Return to sender
How does one say “*******” politely?
Because personally I do not wish to offend, but I’m in need to defend.
To defend my actions and what I said, or did, to protest against the way you all want me to live.
I’m rude, I’m mean, I’m a bully. Call it what you will but I will always see it as honesty.
Why, must I be the one in trouble, when no one spoke to me
Why, must I be beaten down violently when I didn’t know what to do
Why, must I be tortured mentally that I want to break my own skin open and let everything out.
All the, emotions and pain, suffering and sleepless night that I spent crying.
I mean no offence, but seriously...
I don’t want to speak to you anymore.
im about to break someone’s ******* NOSE.
today’s a mess.
Profanity is poetry at its best
Let's take a second
Recalibrate this conversation
You do know, right
That I am the hinge on this life
I don't want praise
Or a pat on the back
But even hinges need WD-40
From time to time.
I need to be greased constantly
I'm needy in that way
But look into my day-to-day:
On my left is the Wall,
My root and my reason
My family (my girls).
The Wall is permanent, important
(Those words don't do it justice)
On me it relies on necessities of life.
For that Wall, I hold the Door.
The Door on the right,
Replaceable, not solid,
It's a means (to an end)
That Door is temporary, minute
(Compared to the house)
And on me it rests, day in and day out.
On ME it rests
I am the only hinge
We won't talk about him
But hinges only have two hands, you see
One on the wall, one on the door
I have no hands that are free
Hinges are fierce little *******
That are good at their jobs
But they age all the same
There was an old man on my street,
Who resembled a pig made for meat;
He cussed and he drank
He fought and he stank,
'till a car squished him into concrete!
There we where just cruising along
But I could tell something was wrong
Your temperature was starting to rise
And off of you smoke started to rise
Then you just up and died
I looked to the sky
And I cry
Why now, why you
Why Lord, now what do I do
I call a tow trunk to come to our aid
To pick up the mess that you made
He picks up your useless carcass
I just want to cuss
Never again we'll it be us
— The End —