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I do not use nearly enough fucking swear words
I don’t even know many
I am too fucking polite!
Because I was raised to be meek
Afraid of retaliation
So does that mean
I will never write hard-hitting,
What if I tried to insert some of that freaking shit
in my poems?
If I started to use “shitass” and “bitch”
Would it sound spicy and exciting?
Eyebrow-raising and delighting?
Or would I sound hilarious
Instead of passionate and crazy
I have to admit it feels good
to give the finger, in general, to no-one in particular
it makes my inner school-girl giggle
and wiggle her toes
inside her goody-two shoes.
I’d need to try and go further
Stretch my limits
Try to find someone to hate
Or to be afraid of, and call it Asshole!
I’d need to start seeing men and women in a different light
Maybe start bitching about those bitches myself.
Why do I think I’d look smarter, more powerful?
It takes a lot of hate
To call someone Motherfucker
And it seems to me grossly deprived
Of emotional intelligence.
And I like to write about beautiful things!
Dear reader, I have been writing this week. Yes I have. But some of my creations I am not ready to publish. Some things have to stay private. Yes, I am cultivating a secret garden as well. So because I keep my promises, here is a poem which is not entirely new. It dates from the time I was trying to set up this blog. And maybe cursing helped since you are reading it in these pages.