ramblings and things
Heaven preserve us from
the perverted back street curse
shouted indiscriminately loud
and, to make matters worse,
without any sense
of style, class or taste;
in a language expletive rich
such a dreadful waste.
I swear with a passion,
every single word select,
used for its meaning
as well as its effect.
I can wax loquacious,
once i get under way,
no pause or hesitation
on a good cursing day.
Rich, flowing curses,
a satisfactory swear,
always being mindful
people may be there.
I much prefer
to be on my own
I can really let rip
when I’m all alone
I chose my words
with forethought and care,
not a simple back street curser,
a curser of style and flair.
Sadly I defer
to only one other;
not a soul could best
my late departed brother.
Swearing With Style