Effected Etiquette
Oh...
There are a few choice cuss words,
I'd like to use right now.
But I do not want to offend...
Your high brow outlook.
Or your effected etiquette.
I respect your false pretentiousness maintained.
Really, I do.
But you have to admit...
You would like to let your hair down,
And cuss a little bit!
You have got to have something else on your mind?
Especially today.
Something besides appropriate table placements.
And where your dinner guests will sit?
Daring...
With the nerve to complain,
About the items given to you...
From the food bank?
And 'those' people you were with!
I am 'trying' my best to respect you!
But you are making me absolutely sick,
With your lack of empathy.
And your devoted self centeredness!
Displayed with such focused objectivity.
Or the lack there of!
Oh...
There are a few choice cuss words,
I'd like to use right now.
But I do not want to offend...
Your high brow outlook.
Or your effected etiquette.
Or ruin the extended invitation,
To me you have given!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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In A Category All Your Own
Would I cuss you out?
Or 'will' I cuss you out?
Forgive me but...
I am not familiar at all with this request.
Can you be just a little more specific.
I don't mind doing it,
But...
You have to provide the incentive.
'So you just don't go around cussing people out?
And being offensive?
I saw that on a recent documentary.'
Of course not.
I am given something to ignite that desire.
Something that initiates the feeling.
You know...
You have to want me to cuss you out badly,
To provoke me to that point.
'I had no idea that's how it was done.
Depending on the situation,
How many cuss words could I possibly provoke you to use...
Within,
Say...
Five minutes of my nonstop ignorance that provokes you? '
You are visiting here on vacation aren't you?
And someone has become annoyed with you and sent you,
My way...
Right?
Either it is believed you are my perfect match...
Or something so disconnected in your head,
It is hoped a few of my choice words will tightened.
You are in a category all your own.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Foul Mouths Shouting
This magic we hold...
Comes from deep 'withinside' of us.
The moment our hearts began to beat...
That magic of life,
Began
To sweep us up in its wonder....to keep,
In wonder.
And so ungrateful we become,
Soon after that's done.
With a so too often shown...
Disrespect to be allowed.
And foul mouths shouting...
In someone's house.
And so ungrateful we become,
And soon after that's done.
Foul mouths shouting...
In someone's house
To cuss it!
For what it is,
And what it is not!
Soiled from the beginning.
And spoiled to aggrevate and annoy!
A lot!
Until there is conflict.
And it does come.
And so ungrateful we become,
And soon after that's done.
Foul mouths shouting...
In someone's house
And we re-act the way we've been taught,
To defend ourselves.
From those 'bad guys'.
With their differences...
Few make attempts to hide.
Foul mouths shouting...
In someone's house rise.
And we spy on 'them'...
To undercover their weak spots!
Making it easier to do them in.
To cuss it!
For what it is,
And what it is not!
Soiled from the beginning.
And spoiled to aggrevate and annoy!
A lot.
Until there is conflict.
And it does start!
And so ungrateful we become,
And soon after that's done.
Foul mouths shouting...
In someone's house
To cuss it!
For what it is,
And what it is not!
Soiled from the beginning.
And spoiled to aggrevate and annoy!
A lot.
Until there is conflict.
And it comes to start again!
Foul mouths shouting...
To cuss it!
For what it is.
Foul mouths shouting...
To cuss it!
For what it is.
Foul mouths shouting...
To cuss it!
For what it is.
To cuss it!
For what it is.
To cuss it!
For what it is.
Cuss it!
For what it is.
To Cuss it!
For what it is.
Cuss it!
Cuss it!
Cuss it!
Cuss it!
Cuss it!
For what it is.
To Cuss it!
For what it is.
Cuss it!
For what it is.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Whoa Whoa Whoa Hush That Rush
Traveling with negative activities...
Hear them cuss a lot!
Yes, they cuss a lot.
Nothing that is said by them,
Seems to please.
And they cuss a lot.
Hear them cuss a lot!
No matter where they seem to be.
No matter in whose company.
Whoever is around them,
Never is quite free!
Or alone.
Traveling with negative activities...
Hear them cuss a lot!
Yes, they cuss a lot.
Nothing that is said by them,
Seems to please.
And they cuss a lot.
Hear them cuss a lot!
No matter where they seem to be.
No matter in whose company.
Whoever is around them,
Never is quite free!
Or alone.
No matter what the reason,
Or the season may be...
They rush to cuss,
With a lust to cuss!
Making misery as if a cup of tea.
They rush to cuss,
With a lust to cuss.
And dropping in the Autumn like leaves from trees.
They rush to cuss,
With a lust to cuss.
Traveling with negative activities...
Hear them cuss a lot!
Yes, they cuss a lot.
And dropping in the Autumn like leaves from trees.
They rush to cuss,
With a lust to cuss.
Making misery as if a cup of tea.
They rush to cuss,
With a lust to cuss.
Whoa whoa whoa hush that rush,
With a lust to cuss.
Whoa whoa whoa hush that rush,
With a lust to cuss.
Whoa whoa whoa hush that rush,
With a lust to cuss.
Whoa whoa whoa hush that rush,
With a lust to cuss.
Nothing that is said by them,
Seems to please.
Whoa whoa whoa hush that rush,
With a lust to cuss.
And making misery as if a cup of tea.
They rush to cuss,
With a lust to cuss.
Whoa whoa whoa hush that rush,
With a lust to cuss.
Whoa whoa whoa hush that rush,
With a lust to cuss.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Lack of respect
Respect? Yes respect
Lack of respect
Lend us in hot oil
And now we are fried like vianas
Because we lack respect
Yes respect
Respect? Yes respect
Lead us to put our feet inside the packet
And look now
We have fallen so hard in the ground
Because we lack respect
We had foolish remarks
Asked personal question
And proved to the world how jealous we are
Because we lack respect
We questioned facilitator than scenario
How? Because we lack respect for our colloquies
Because we mesmerize twaddle
We are futile
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They Would Have Requested His Tongue
ooo...
I want to cuss so bad.
'Why don't you? '
I spent no time in the Navy.
Just a few years in the Air Force.
And we were trained to intellectualize our lives.
With a boring done of achievements made and attempted.
My dad,
On the other hand...
Had been a Merchant Marine.
He could box, cuss and swim at the same time.
And if he was alive...
I'm sure they would have requested his tongue,
To exhibit in The Smithsonian.
I would love to sit and hear him pronounce f's and t's...
Where there wasn't any.
He was highly creative and I miss him dearly.
'What cuss words do 'not' have f's and t's in them? '
Exactly!
That's what I'm saying.
He created his own!
And offended those who understimated his talents!
He was a very gifted man.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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They Fuss It to Be Cut Up
Some just can't let it be!
With a letting go.
They want to beat it to then leave it.
Come back,
To again...
Service it with lip.
As if 'whatever' it is...
Exists in their minds,
Breathes...
As if it lives.
They cuss it to be cut up.
They fuss it to be cut up.
People aren't grateful to receive a gift.
Or appreciate it without examining the value of it.
They cuss it to be cut up.
They fuss it to be cut up.
Whining without restraint!
They cuss it to be cut up.
They fuss it to be cut up.
Complaining and showing no shame.
They cuss it to be cut up.
They fuss it to be cut up.
Some just can't let it be!
With a letting go.
They want to beat it to then leave it.
Come back,
To again...
Service it with lip.
As if 'whatever' it is...
Exists in their minds,
Breathes...
As if it lives.
They cuss it to be cut up.
People are bold.
They fuss it to be cut up.
People are cold.
Whining without restraint!
They cuss it to be cut up.
People are bold.
They fuss it to be cut up.
People are cold.
Complaining and showing no shame.
They cuss it to be cut up.
People are bold.
They fuss it to be cut up.
People are cold.
They cuss it to be cut up.
People are bold.
They fuss it to be cut up.
People are cold.
Whining without restraint.
And complaining having no shame.
They...
Cuss it to be cut up.
People are bold.
Fussing with a cutting up.
People are cold.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Today... A Raised Eyebrow Is Praised
When does an obscenity achieve,
Acceptance status?
There was a time years ago...
A saving of a cuss word to use,
As one's last attempt to offend...
Would begin an intentional argument.
Today...
Children says these words,
To befriend and endear themselves...
To one another.
With a 'mother' this...
And a 'mother' that,
To then pat each other on the back.
I remember when a raised eyebrow,
Meant someone did something that was not allowed.
Today...
A raised eyebrow is praised,
With an applauding done given to someone...
Who has successfully healed from a recent facelift.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Forgettable But Mentioned
I've never understood why,
Some would jeopardize their own lives...
To gain three seconds of fame and attention,
Although forgettable but mentioned.
And to ruin others in the doing,
Just because they can.
Is a mental outlook even the doer,
Can explain it or understands.
And in the doing expresses,
No one should get upset!
It is that lack of respect for humanity...
That minds today project with a sickness.
Unfortunate are those,
Who see nothing wrong with this.
And unfortunate are the times,
That allow crimes like this to exist.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Respect Me As An Equal
Respect Me as an equal and respect to you I'll pay
I'm too old for playing mind games I've never been that way
The one who derives pleasure in verbally putting others down
Will never be looked up to as the most loved one in town,
Those who use words as an offensive weapon with their sins have to live
Cruel words can wound fragile feelings and prove hard to forgive
If you cannot offer respect such you will not receive
We do sow our own Karma on that I do believe,
Low in their sense of self esteem and without common sense
The arrogant and insensitive with their words cause offense,
offensive people who are ageing have not learned from life at all
They don't leave us with happy memories of them for to recall
The one without reason to offend me will never be my friend
He or she I do not wish to know of that I won't pretend.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Emit Remmis
The california animal is a bear
Angeleo but the devil mat care
Summer time to talk to and swear
Later maybe we could share some air
Ill take to you the movies there
We could walk through Leicester Square
What could be wetter then
An English girl American man
London in the summer time
Call me now use the satellite
London in the summer time
Cuss me out and itll feel all right
Hesitate but dont refuse
The choice is yours but you said choose
The look she used was green and sharp
Stabbed that boy all in his heart
Come what may the cosmos will
Take me up and down on Primirose Hill
What could be wetter then
An English girl American man
London in the summer time
Call me now use the satellite
London in the summer time
Cuss me out and itll feel all right
Cuss me out and itll feel all right
Its all right now
Call me now use the satellite
Its all right
Its all right
Down and out and itll sound all right
Its all right now
Its all right
The California flower is a poppy child
Felony sends me all the gold in your smile
Drift away from anyone you can
Nothing ever goes according to plan
Though I know that every river bends
What could be wetter then
An English girl American man
London in the summer time
Call me now use the satellite
London in the summer time
Cuss me out and itll feel all right
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If Using Profanity Was My Proclivity of Choice
Why do they look at you,
As if they are upset?
'They 'are' upset!
They said something I disliked.
And I responded not using one curse word.'
What did you say?
'All I said was...
If using profanity was my proclivity of choice,
I would not hesitate to use such procryptic measures.
But an insect to show my color,
I am not.'
Maybe they didn't know what you said,
And they were expecting for you to cuss them out.
And that is why they are upset.
Maybe they thought you were referring to them,
As roaches.
'Roaches?
No.
I have more respect for them.
They aren't the creatures getting on my nerves.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Respect Is What You Earn Not Command
Respect is what you earn not command
That is something some find hard to understand
You earn respect if respect you do show
From people in your life you've come to know
Of Respect or lack of we do read of and hear
Though 'tis a thing that cannot be born of fear
Of somebody who has power over you
In your feigned respect your feelings are not true.
Many may respect and admire the high achievers of the town
And applaud them on their journey to renown
But with the many some do disagree
Through different eyes we see things differently.
Respect is something you can only show
For one that you feel privileged for to know
And of any shackles true respect is free
That's how it is and that's how 'twill always be.
poem by Francis Duggan
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You Have Been Given Another Point Of View
I apologize if I offend you.
And those delusions you've been fed to keep.
But you see...
My life is not lived in Hollywood.
And none of my ancestors,
Came close to serving time...
On a movie set.
My comments may come as a surprise,
To upset your insights.
But my reality has been annointed by the ghetto.
In those urban centers of city life.
Where very few of those so called 'elite' go.
I apologize if I offend you.
Although I could easily cuss you out.
And not have my bitter experiences,
Think twice about it.
I was not shelter by protectors with the giving of lollipops.
Dysfunctions of all kinds I knew as friends.
I've been blessed with a mind that sees beyond limitations.
I share this with you,
Because I know of me...
You have been given another point of view.
And I don't want you to receive the wrong directions,
By anyone who believes they know...me!
And...
Where I have been, where I am now and where I intend to go.
And only that is revealed,
When I arrive to leave upon my announcing it.
If I wish.
And often I don't.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Protected By A Masquerading Kept
When a people willfully 'and' knowingly,
'Forcefully' allow themselves to deceive.
Others who are unaware of it,
Is clearly a lack of integrity or an honesty felt,
That is not there within the minds of the doers.
And.
This is an act comparable to treason.
How can anyone again give support,
When it becomes revealed.
Someone they had once followed,
And given respect.
Had no respect 'first' to give to themselves!
In retrospect.
And.
To continue a parading of a charaded,
Self righteousness,
Protected by a masquerading kept.
Should offend anyone duped,
By a display of such ego!
Neither regretted or shows an interest in correcting.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Clean
Today, everything was fine fine fine
Until roundabout quarter to 9, suddenly I found myself in a bind, a bind
Was it something I said
Something I read
And manifest thats getting you down
Dont you dare come to bed with that ambiguous look in your eye
Id sooner sleep by an open fire and wake up fried
Say what u will
Say what u mean
No, you could never offend
Your dirty words come out clean, clean
Tomorrow, what price will I pay
Could I make it all up to you by serving coffee for two in bed, would you then give me
The time of day
I need a map of your head, translated into english so I can learn to not make you frown
Feel better if you vent, put your frustrations into four letter words and let them out on
Mine
The most weathered ears in town!
Say what u will
Say what u mean
No, you could never offend
Your dirty words come out clean
Clean (x6)
Say what u will
Say what u mean
No, you could never offend
Your dirt words come out clean
Say what u will
Say what u mean
No, you could never offend
Your dirty words come out clean, clean
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Hypocriticisms
YOUR hypocriticisms,
Seem not to be able...
To prevent your children,
From using foul language...
And exposing themselves.
Although you argue their rights,
To free expression.
Is that with parental guidance?
YOU may consider,
Taking your vocal compaign...
To defend the political correctness,
Of language use.
And use a few cuss words on your kids,
To get their heads together.
Because somewhere in your explanation,
Respect and the application of it is missing.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Unified By Their Nonsense Making
When people become offended,
By someone expressing an identity...
There is an acceptance of an unconsciousness,
That has become collectively defended,
By overwhelming ignorance.
And no one has to go to a mall,
To shop for the proof of the evidence.
A blindness is preferred by those following,
As if addicted sheep...
Down a road where the process of thinking,
Independently or not...
Is regarded as a threat to those easily upset,
By those they overhear communicating...
With a maturity expressed.
And not a sign of an argument building up,
Between them addressed with...
The spewing of cuss words heard.
This is a dangerous environment,
For anyone with intelligence to live in!
People with intelligence are suspicious,
Of making attempts to be 'better'...
Than everyone else.
Especially those,
Who prefer to live their lives...
Down to Earth and as foolishly as possible.
When people become offended,
By someone expressing an identity...
As a choice of one attempting to think,
With common sense...
Is not a recommendation,
For anyone choosing to separate themselves...
With a maturity,
From this kind of accepted behavior...
Chosen by those unified by their nonsense making,
And faithfully tied to rituals...
They neither understand nor respect with depth.
'If it was good enough for my mama and her mama...
And those 'mamas' known before that,
Well...
It is good enough for me!
And I will take that with two hamhocks,
Yams dripping with butter and gravy smothered chops.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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There are worse words than cuss words, there are words that hurt.
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