Controlling The Weather
When you swear
You pollute the air
You say you're green
Yet can't keep it clean
You turn it blue
Shame on you
You claim to use hate to punctuate
Your narrative, my will to live
I suspect it's more to hide
A void inside
Or that you're about as articulate
As an invertebrate
A poor ambassador for our race
Should they visit from Outer Space
When you swear
You pollute the air
Turn it ugly and stormy
Where it was blue sky and balmy
Don't walk, run
From those who spite the sun.
LS King 2016
You know who you are...
You know who you are...
4 comments:
Excellent f... poem.
(Sorry, I almost swore.)
Thanks Rol. Bless you cotton socks! Lx
Boy. That felt good!
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I bet that was cathartic, you really showed them I think!
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