Pray as I
might to St Horace of the orifice
Expletives
from my cakehole continue to persist
I know it
sounds shocking and utterly absurd
But I just
cannot stop using four letter words
The profanity
that spews from my wayward gob
Makes me
sound like an ill-mannered yob
It’s beyond
the pale but purely mechanical
And I know
it’s most displeasing for the puritanical
But what can
I do?
How do I
refrain?
When my
vulgar mouth is quicker than my brain
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