I have been using language that is strong.
It is near to the knuckle or close to the bone,
a way of turning the air blue in all but tone.
The verbal abuse is never ever long.
This taboo subject is mentioned in loose talk,
basically a bleeding shame or a bloody word war.
It is the freedom of speech we all store.
F bombs drop and explode whilst others walk.
I have the urgent way of saying leave.
There are reasons for this risque sounds,
the type that know no bounds.
The oxygen of airing your views makes it breathe.
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Offline) - Published: June 24th, 2026 02:09
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Comments1
It helps the pain, when you hit your thumb with a hammer!
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