Profane Words for Lame Turds

Who cares about profane words?

I heard adults do—

Yeah, besides all those lame turds.

Well, shouldn’t you?

 

I honestly don’t see why.

They’re things we all say.

The grown-ups sigh as

We curse every day.

 

It seems that you

Speak of the lame turds.

Shut up, Mom.

No one cares about profane words.

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