I've tried quitting cuss words,
All to much.
Fudge, firetruck, fuck.
Everytime I try it sucks,
Shitocki Mushrooms.
You get the drill.
I've tried the lot,
Filling, spending, taking hits.
But cuss words are part of me,
It's whom I am meant to be.
Twizzler, Twinkie, Twat.
Twat. Prat. It rhymes. Prat.
If you don't like it cover up.
I'm sorry, Honey, I just can't stop.
My mouth has no filter.
It just slips out.
Fuck.
Cabbage, Carrot, Cow.
Bumpkin, Barley, Bitch.
The words mean nothing,
Just something to say.
Apple, Argon, Arse.
So fuck you and leave me be,
Cussing is part of me.
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Lyric Vessel (My Poems)
PoetryJust a collection of my poems, most are about sad things. The odd one or two will be happy. I'm not really a sad person, I'm usually always laughing, but my poems help vent out any anger I do have, so be warned. Read with caution.
