I'm a poet of obscenity, I love to swear and curse:
"You cunt," I shout, "You wanker," and 'fuck' brings up the verse.
I always swear in public places at people standing by,
The prim just stand there open-mouthed, the proper no reply.
Sometimes they say "Charming!" or "The family must be thugs,"
Then other times it's "Shut your mouth!" or "He must be on drugs".
I spray rude words with aerosols (I call it my Paint Glock),
Write the discourse in foot-high murals and illustrate my cock.
'Jesus was a homo,' or words to that effect,
Decorate the football stand through years of sad neglect.
I could be David Mamet or some modern-day James Dean;
I'd write, "You're tearing me apart!" - it's just the words aren't that obscene.
But some days when I'm feeling lonely or doubt,
I mouth the words I really mean, and nothing ever comes out.
