is swearing permitted?
here?
not the
occasional
Shakespearean
“out, damned spot!”
but a full-throated
what the actual fuck?
words have power
why have power if not to wield it?
Mutually Assured Destruction
perhaps?
is that the only reason
we’re all
still
here?
god, I hope it’s due to more
than the protracted fear
of button pushing.
despite what they tell you,
people like having their
buttons
pushed.
who has the bigger button?
who, indeed.
and in the end,
does size really matter?
my ratio of swears to “SAT words”?
1:4, maybe?
have you SEEN my vocabulary?
damn, it’s big.
colossal
gargantuan
elephantine
behemothic
fucking. huge.
my personal parlance…
a unique mélange
of foul and fair.
exquisite or revolting?
you be the judge.
just know,
dear reader,
your judgement of me
no longer fucking matters.
sorry, mom?
Our prompt today (optional, as always), is to write a poem that poses a series of questions. The questions could be a mix of the serious (“What is the meaning of life?”) and humorous (“What’s the deal with cats knocking things off tables?”), the interruptive (“Could you repeat that?”) and the conversational (“Are those peanuts? Can I have some?”). You can choose to answer them – or just let the questions keep building up, creating a poem that asks the reader to come up with their own answer(s).
defying atrophy 