I’m not sure why you have to say it

Any preceding words of integrity are negated

You have a pretty face but an ugly mouth

Maybe you are a comedian, but why did you have to let it out

And you, you’re an artist

I don’t know, maybe you’re trying your hardest

What about all the little girls singing your songs?

And you, on the basketball court, in the end it is just a sport

I used to hate it when people would tell me that

But in the grand scheme of life, it is a fact

Even if you were dying, would you want it to be mingled in with your last utterance?

It’s just a surly word enunciated in abundance

It’s unpleasant, like a grinch

And not like a honeycomb

It gives off an awful stench

I like you a lot

But I’m staying out of it

We have an imperative to avoid coarse jesting

To meditate on what’s pure and lovely

I can’t be around a word that’s unbecoming

Even if you’re mad or sad or overwhelmed by whatever

Think about the letters and the aura you’re putting together

I’m not better than you

You’re not stuck

You know what word rhymes –don’t say it

It’s despicable

Replace it

With whatever is good, whatever’s pure, whatever’s praiseworthy

Let’s speak that, let’s become that

Yeah, you heard me

People are listening