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It's the F Word

Here it comes again.
 some melodic beat
 brings dancing to my heart and feet
and then when list expected
that infamous word is detected
revealed necessary to be interjected;
 some grandiose display
 that causes pause to say
 what the hey?

Did it really need expression
 when I was simply easing in my obsession
 of the music and the dance aggression?
There it was in hip hop
the word so easily dropped
when once it was taboo and not an op,
 but here it comes again
 unnecessary yet falling like a crane
 never found in my home domain.

Once used most often in justifiable anger
 sought to express the innocence as it's strangled
 but now it spills out in frequent clamor
with little pause or second thought
rambling the wrath once brought
intending to be part daily fraught;
 could you take it back
 let it be restricted by tact
 and return self control on track?

Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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