One day they won't be swear words,
They'll just be jokes and naught,
Used so lightly, nothing bad,
Another sort of sport.
One day they'll just be gestures,
Incriminating? No.
Vocabulary won't extend
And fingers more won't grow.
One day they won't be dirty,
It won't make people cry,
And saying 'fuck' or 'shit' or 'piss'
Will make nobody shy.
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#projecthumanity. @melchiorJ13. The worlds pain runs deeP. Fake people preach feaR. Money held near,tight tO. A world designed to raJ. Abhorrent torrent untruE. Actions uncouth, diaboliC.
#projecthumanity Money Donations Appeals: Ignore. Havn't The time Or will: A chore. Charity Doesn't need To be Like this. Just be Helpful And Assist. It's not Got to Be structured Format.
Let's begin with Something easy Something simple Something understandable For isn't that how We must be known. Oh, sure. Be a great.
A little message for @Jatt. Seems you're a dog, not a cat. You decided to play. And cheated your way. We expected better than that. What a shame you cannot stay. With all this on your head today.
A bunch of unfinished stuff. Love & hope: Love is temporary. Hope is eternal. Little fair girl: Little fair girl, with your bucket so pink. Why do you want to pour your heart into the sink.
Recently I heard of a cat, More like a mouse, A cat named Jatt, Jatt the cat. Rather a rat. Opussians cried at literature wrongly placed, And wrongly accused. In the wrong spot, Mismatched, Misplaced.
I know this makes me a hypocrite, But I really am fed up of it. I'd like to complain about the complaints, That, this lovely app, do taint. I want to hear a poem of love, An animal tale about a dove.
This ink as dark as night, This paper as light as day. Although these words are dark, Their colour means no decay. The paper on the other hand... Spreads the lies as quick as fire.
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