This Is Me Fussing About All the Cussing

The four letter words that barrel from out of your mouth Could put a sailors reputation into serious doubt What spews to the surface is what brews within Do you kiss your mother with those nasty lips You say everyone's doing it so what's the harm in you If I showed you the bridge would you jump off too As you sit in your wonder at the fuss and the fight I'll let you in on a secret, two wrongs don't make a right Seems these days cursing is rampant and free As we're running in place to get where we need to be But in the end it's a loss to us all If you can't curb the tongue then what can you control Next time there's a fire, try not to cook Put the recipes back with every name in the book Then the new words that come from your mouth Won't make us all cringe when they come spilling out