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Look Out How You Use ( Bad Words)

Where do "bad" words go?
The sort that others do not want to hear?
Lest they be injured themselves,
yet fail to heed the lives of others?
Where do "bad" words fly?
Through the air to make their bloody targets.
And twist as serpentine arrows dwell
to maim? Death of a sorts being their aim.
Where do "bad" words live?
In every heart that ever lived
or breathed. We all have done the
practice to achieve the worst.
Lest bad words make our hearts burst
and spill their inner poison.
"Bad" words are often skillfully
chosen and selfishly aimed.
Still we look for who is to blame?
When the arrows need only to point back.
At the sometimes defects of character
and judgment we all lack.
Look out how you use bad words.
And how often...
they might be the last nail
in your coffin.

Copyright March 1, 2013
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Melissa A Howells Meloo Tilt-a-World  


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