Can’t we all be f#*°®¥°*¢ friends
As birds that f#*°¢ together
F*°«~*’s such a better choice
If we all had f¢¥* f#*°®¥°#
I used to couldn’t swear, it’s true,
Erupted just instead,
Blessed myself and wondered why
Couldn’t even curse in head,
Then thought a bit about some words
And joy of all behold,
Realised perception’s worth,
I practised, grew quite bold.
Didn’t say them when they caused
Any deep offense,
Didn’t say them to my dad,
You’re joking, not that dense.
But found that words like feck and fuck
And shit and sod and damn
Kept volcanic in its place,
Accursed sort of dam.
Use them sometimes as a laugh,
Some jokes just need that jest,
Other times I use them, well,
Hubby knows those best.
Found a fuck to give right here,
Well many, just be warned,
Fucks aplenty, no asterisks,
But, with humour, lessons learned.
Haven’t counted but I know
There are fucks galore
But funny fucks and useful fucks,
I’m keeping some in store.
Only one that I can’t see
Is one I wrote at first ^^^^
Flying fucks from feathered friends
With not a single curse.
Symbols might suggest there’s more
Than merely letters missed
We fill the blanks in anyway
So no censorship for this.
http://tonysbologna.com/2015/07/02/social-media-and-the-state-of-fucks/
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