Insults
I say shit all the time
It comes out like vocal diarrhea
Spilling out uncontrolled.
I try to watch, not say shit or fuck
Piss, bitch, dick or cunt
I hate those words. Yet I use them.
I know I shouldn't they just slip
When I lose my grip.
Yeah they add color and flare
A language universal
But heck, what good do they do?
I should pull out Shakespearean
Intelligence, slick rhymes with
Pointed words rather than low blows
And classless insults.
But then again. Why spit insults?
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