Speaking is an art words like paint we smear and spread out our ideas onto canvas
If you paint too fast- **** it you might make a mistake
Did you know paint can expire? you think come one, paint? paint can't go bad! then you try and use it and its separated and chunky and boom your whole piece is ruined.
Words can expire too. did you know that? phrases and metaphors age turn ugly and contaminating just like the paint they might have been usable once, but now you'd better get some new words.
Like, when referring to someone who uses a wheelchair people don't say they're crippled. because that word has expired!
The same way simpleton was used to refer to someone with intellectual disabilities was is the key word there. please for the love of god don't call anyone a simpleton
Lunatic was once used to refer to people with psychiatric disabilities don't say the teacher who gave you homework on a Friday is a lunatic!
******* was used to refer to people with intellectual disabilities but now you should NOT call anyone or anything *******! because it is inappropriate and insulting
This isn't about taking away your words it's about what you are taking away from people with disabilities when you use language like that. what you are stripping away from people when you decide to use a word like
******* gimp deformed disfigured
Freak insane lame ******
***** spaz stupid whacko
Knock it off! when you decide to use those words it takes away from anyone who has a disability or anyone who every will.
Use a different word use swear words find a thesaurus.
oh expired chicken you never tasted right to begin with shredded and unseasoned marred by hints of skin and cartilage you were too embarrassing to share and too expensive to discard
oh expired chicken the aftermath of underestimating how much is in each pound and overestimating how much I eat a shopping mistake made after being a parasite to school cafeterias and my mother's cooking for eight months
oh expired chicken throwing you away was harder than cutting off an ex-lover my heart yearns for what you could have been (tasty food in my stomach) even though you were never enough you would make an indomitable enemy an atrocious friend and the worst boyfriend ever we would have a toxic and trying relationship but that is for another poem
Don't worry guys! I threw the expired chicken away before it was too late, so my stomach feels fine. This poem was inspired by the slam poem "Ode to Whataburger" by Amir Safi. Watch it here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8WKQimdJsoc.
Words are dead! there I said it words are dead the words in your head are in the past the words that you said will not last fireworks that attract the eye liar's words in the mind an explosion of language and then silence they do so much damage and cause violence chasing words feeling tiredness healing words are band-aids on the soul a soothing to the ears they're dropped in empty holes for who hears? who really listens? words are dead we have visions images of creation words are no salvation just pointers pointing to the infinite still they loiter words we can't forget we hold them to our chest like lifeless children we always do our best but the words **** them and now all that's left is dead... dead words.