Carry on demure

 
 
If there is one thing  
i'm not it would be  
the word demure  
 
I am a walking  
talking shitwreck,
I use the word cunt
like proverbs in  
various sentences
 
sometimes—
 
my laughter dares to ring  
in a villainous tone leaving
me to wonder if sunshine
shakes her shit listening  
through the telephone wire
 
and sure,
 
I prefer delivering honesty  
in my own language
rather than trends
growing dusty in
archives nobody
gives a shit about
 
so yeah
 
carry on demure
I know what it
rhymes with,
 
i'll be over here
being human
 
it's fulfilling,
spicy and  
packed  
 
full of  
fucking
delicious.