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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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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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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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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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
song performed by by Red Hot Chili Peppers
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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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Weighted Coattails
I don't consider pity,
When somebody tries to slide up...
On my ride.
To fly their own kite.
No I don't think it is witty,
When somebody tries to whittle...
On my ride,
To ease on by!
I may not never ever give up when I cuss
I may show more than just disgust,
With language that gets rough!
No...
I may not never ever give up when I cuss
I may show more than just disgust,
With language that gets rough!
I don't consider pity,
When somebody tries to slide up...
On my ride.
To fly their own kite.
No I don't think it is witty,
When somebody tries to whittle...
On my ride,
To ease on by!
Oh no!
No no no no no no no...
I,
May not never ever give up when I cuss.
I may show more than just disgust,
With language that gets rough!
No...
I may not never ever give up when I cuss.
I may show more than just disgust,
With language that gets rough!
I use to drag weighted coattails,
But too much is enough.
Oh...
I may not never ever give up when I cuss.
I use to drag weighted coattails,
But too much is enough.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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One More Time!
You may not like what is said!
And go to bed with an achy head.
To wake up the next day dragging dread.
But...
The ruts you keep bottling up to cuss.
With a fussing that slows your strut.
Is for you to face.
And not others to embrace,
Your reality!
ONE MORE TIME!
The ruts you keep bottling up to cuss.
With a fussing that slows your strut.
Is for you to face.
And not others to embrace,
Your reality!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Kitchen Song
Sitting in the kitchen,
Just staring at the cracks in the wall
Ive been sitting here since yesterday
Just waiting on you to call
The cracks remind me of you and i
Theyre all up, down and split apart
And all the cracks in the wall lead to one great big hole
That used to be my heart
Now that I think of it
Nothing ever worked out right
All we ever seemed to do is just cuss, scream, bitch and fight
All we did was fight
The tears I cried
Fell on a cold and lonely floor
No one to wipe them away
The tears I cried
Will be my own and theyll follow me
And thats the way its gonna stay
Now that I think of it
Nothing ever worked out right
All we ever seemed to do is just cuss, scream, bitch and fight
All we did was fight
Oh pretty baby, cant you understand
Im not made up of enough to be your man
Oh pretty baby, dont know what to say
I just want you to ... go away
Well Id love to sit and reflect on this
But I havent got the time
Just tell me why you chose to be so cruel, mean, brutal so unkind
Now that I think of it
Nothing ever worked out right
All we ever seemed to do was cuss, scream, bitch and fight
All we did is fight
The tears I cried fell on a cold and lonely floor
No one to wipe them away
The tears I cried
Will be my own and theyll follow me
And thats the way its gonna stay
song performed by by Edwin McCain
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Emit Remmus
The California animal is a bear
Angeleno but the devil may care
Summer time to talk and swear
Later maybe we could share some air
I'll take you to the movies there
We could walk through Leicester Square
What could be wetter than
An English girl American man
[Chorus:]
London in the summer time
Call me now use the satellite
London in the summer time
Cuss me out and it'll feel all right
Hesitate but don't refuse
The choice was 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 Primrose Hill
What could be wetter than
An English girl American man
[Chorus]
Cuss me out and it'll feel all right
It's all right now
Call me now use the satellite
It's all right
It's all right
Down and out and it'll sound all right
It's all right now
It's all right
The California flower is 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
Time to say hello to snow on the Thames
What could be wetter than
An English girl American man
[Chorus]
song performed by by Red Hot Chili Peppers from Californication
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I was a stubborn cuss, and I made some mistakes.
Saved
(words & music by leiber - stoller)
I wanna soothe my my heart, I wanna ease my mind
I wanna move my shoes and see what I can find
I wanna stand up tall and open up my eyes
I wanna reach out my hand until I touch the skies
I was a poor lost lamb in a deep dark hole
But now Ive found that light Im gonna save my soul
I used to drink, I used to smoke
I used to smoke, drink and dance the hoochy-coo
I used to smoke and drink, smoke and drink and dance the hoochy-coo
Oh yeh! and now Im standing on thius corner praying for me and you
I-i-i thats why Im saved Im saved
People let me tell you bout kingdom come
You know Im saved Im saved
Well I can preach until youre deaf and dumb
Im in that soul saving army beating on that big bass drum
I used to cuss, I used to fuss
I used to fuss, cuss, worry all night long
I used to cuss and fuss, cuss and fuss,
Cuss and fuss and worry all night long
Well now Im standing on this corner, I know right from wrong
I-i-i thats why Im saved Im saved
People let me tell you bout kingdom come
You know Im saved Im saved
Well I can preach until youre deaf and dumb
Im in that soul saving army beating on that big bass drum
I used to lie, I used to cheat
I used to lie, cheat, steal from peoples feet
I used to lie and cheat, lie and cheat and steal from peoples feet
Well now Im steppin on to glory salvation in my beat
Because Im saved, Im saved
People let me tell you bout kingdom come
I am saved Im saved
Well I can preach until youre deaf and dumb
Im in that soul saving army beating on that big bass drum
Im in that soul saving army beating on that big bass drum
Oh yeh! because Im saved, Im saved
People let me tell you bout kingdom come
You know Im saved Im saved
Well I can preach until youre deaf and dumb
Im saved, Im saved Im saved
song performed by by Elvis Presley
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You and I Could Never Fight As Rivals
You and I,
Could never fight as rivals.
Or start a feud,
That would cause to break us up.
You and I,
Could never fight as rivals.
I don't see reason why,
We should cuss and fuss.
Monday,
We both know the week begins...
And we can be real moody.
Tuesday,
We try to leave behind those Monday blues.
Wednesday,
We discuss the love we have and keeping trust.
Thursday and Friday,
We can't wait for that weekend rush.
You and I,
Could never fight as rivals.
Or start a feud,
That would cause to break us up.
You and I,
Could never fight as rivals.
I don't see reason why,
We should cuss and fuss.
I see no reason why,
We let things bother us.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I wanted to cut down on the profanity, because I think I'm funnier without sayin' a lot of cuss words.
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Jap Miller
Jap Miller down at Martinsville's the blamedest feller yit!
When _he_ starts in a-talkin' other folks is apt to quit!--
'Pears like that mouth o' his'n wuz n't made fer nuthin' else
But jes' to argify 'em down and gether in their pelts:
He'll talk you down on tariff; er he'll talk you down on tax,
And prove the pore man pays 'em all--and them's about the fac's!--
Religen, law, er politics, prize-fightin', er base-ball--
Jes' tetch Jap up a little and he'll post you 'bout 'em all.
And the comicalist feller ever tilted back a cheer
And tuck a chaw tobacker kind o' like he did n't keer.--
There's where the feller's strength lays,--he's so
common-like and plain,--
They haint no dude about old Jap, you bet you--nary grain!
They 'lected him to Council and it never turned his head,
And did n't make no differunce what anybody said,--
He didn't dress no finer, ner rag out in fancy clothes;
But his voice in Council-meetin's is a turrer to his foes.
He's fer the pore man ever' time! And in the last campaign
He stumped old Morgan County, through the sunshine and the rain,
And helt the banner up'ards from a-trailin' in the dust,
And cut loose on monopolies and cuss'd and cuss'd and cuss'd!
He'd tell some funny story ever' now and then, you know,
Tel, blame it! it wuz better 'n a jack-o'-lantern show!
And I'd go furder, yit, to-day, to hear old Jap norate
Than any high-toned orator 'at ever stumped the State!
W'y, that-air blame Jap Miller, with his keen sircastic fun,
Has got more friends than ary candidate 'at ever run!
Do n't matter what _his_ views is, when he states the same to you,
They allus coincide with your'n, the same as two and two:
You _can't_ take issue with him--er, at least, they haint no sense
In startin' in to down him, so you better not commence.--
The best way's jes' to listen, like your humble servant does,
And jes' concede Jap Miller is the best man ever wuz!
poem by James Whitcomb Riley
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Sometimes....All the Time Joy
Sometimes things go smooth and merry
Sometimes things go uncertain and scary
All the Time…Day and Night
All the Time…Joy is in Sight
Sometimes people disappoint and cuss
Sometimes we disappoint and fuss
All the Time…Day and Night
All the Time…Joy is in Sight
Sometimes answers are hard to find
Sometimes words are not so kind
All the Time…Day and Night
All the Time...Joy is in Sight
Sometimes life is a mystery
Sometimes life releases history
All the Time…Day and Night
All the Time…Joy is in Sight
Sometimes love may enkindle you
Sometimes love may wound you
All the Time…Day and Night
All the Time…Joy is in Sight
Sometimes tasks and duties are complex
Sometimes humans are so perplex
All the Time...Joy is 3 S’es
All the Time…Salvation Self-Esteem Service..Oh YES! ! !
poem by Timothy Brashear
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A Four-letter Word
His name is Gus
and boy can he cuss.
He knows every four-letter word.
When he gets mad
just like his dad
profanities are all he ever heard.
His voice gets real loud
in the midst of a crowd
and each time it occurred
People would stare
and he didn't even care.
His sensitivity is not even stirred.
Until one day
he hears his son say
four-letter words he has heard.
It shocks him yo hear
these words very clear
from a 4-year old which is absurd.
And so on this day
he vows never to say
another four-letter word.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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It's Hard To Reach Out To People
Too many people nap and nod.
To awaken to escape or dodge...
Those moments that,
Come and stun.
Those moments that,
Numb some!
Too many people nap and nod.
To awaken to escape or dodge...
Those moments that,
Come and stun.
Those moments that,
Numb some!
It's hard to reach out to people,
Who don't believe in keeping in touch...
With themselves so much.
And it's hard to reach out to people,
Who don't believe in keeping in touch...
But will cuss and fuss.
Too many people nap and nod.
To awaken to escape or dodge...
Those moments that,
Come and stun.
Those moments that,
Numb some!
And it's hard to reach out to people,
Who don't believe in keeping in touch...
But will cuss and fuss.
It's hard to reach out to people,
Who don't believe in keeping in touch...
With themselves so much.
Yes it's hard to reach out to people,
Who don't believe in keeping in touch...
With themselves so much.
And it's hard to reach out to people,
Who don't believe in keeping in touch...
But will cuss and fuss.
It's hard to reach out to people,
Who are out of mind and out of touch.
It's hard to reach out to people,
Who want to cuss and fuss so much.
It's hard to reach out to people,
Who are out of mind and out of touch.
It's hard to reach out to people,
Who want to cuss and fuss so much.
It's hard to reach out to people,
Who want to cuss and fuss so much.
It's hard to reach out to people,
Who want to cuss and fuss so much.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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