Sometimes My Language is Vulgar

Sometimes I swear a lot,
I admit that. But it’s not
because I’ve grown up that way,
not entirely anyway.

Sometimes it’s ’cause I’m down,
angry maybe or because the ground
I stand on just isn’t what I want
it to be. Sometimes I just can’t
find a word more fitting than ‘fuck’.

Sometimes the weather has me covered in muck
and the language comes out then too.
And sometimes, my luck
just doesn’t pull through
and I’m lonely
for another night
or two.

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