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.