Profanity

I do not give a…


fudge
about your foul mouth,
nor the sh…sh.. sugar
that it spills.

The chilling words
That freeze my ears.
Frost – bite,
Quite close to insanity.
I care not at all,
for your use of profanity.

You little.. witch
how do you maintain
‘back chat’
with your spineless rumours
that infect innocents like plague.
Your vague allusions to English
through ‘f’ bombs that explode
into every listening ear.

Do not seek pity
as you flee the city,
I know one day you’ll return.
Will you ever learn your lesson?
I guess I’ll find out,
when I see you next Tuesday.