High End Swear
Some days you need to play with color,
dig out a dynamic metaphor;
A crotch hoarder with a smart mouth
who flashed his pinky finger at you?
Bollywonkers are so bitingly rude.
Locked in with that rhetoric squeezer.
Sew up your lip, sort out your tirade.
Waste of energy you don’t make sense.
Sports car driving by splashes water
making a mess of your brand new clothes;
Tippiefleas see nothing but themselves.
Some days you need to play with color,
dig out a dynamic metaphor;
That’s when you toss out a high end swear.
But if you want to go back to basics?
Just give them a good ‘F**k off’.
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