Fudge nuggets, or: Shnookerdookies!

Curse words constantly boil up inside me
They spill over when I'm speaking to myself
Would the word Fuck degrade my poetry?

I wonder if something is wrong with me
Are other folks less frustrated than I am?
Curse words constantly boil up inside me

I harbor many dark and angry thoughts
Most of the time, I don't give them expression
They spill over when I'm speaking to myself

As a poet, I so want to honor the art
Every time I compose a verse, I ask myself:
Would the word Fuck degrade my poetry?

77 thoughts on “Fudge nuggets, or: Shnookerdookies!”

1. Just do you

   1. ❤ Thank you, Chynecherem ❤

      -David

2. Love it lol

   1. I’m glad, Jakita 😀

      Thank you,
      David

3. Not at all. I find myself angry a lot too.

   1. 🙂 Thanks for the support, Erica.

      -David

4. It won’t yk it’s just everyone their own POVs and to me everyone gets angry and sometimes it’s just fine to let it out in that way…😌

   1. Thanks 🙂

5. Curse words are a powerful spice, always.

   1. That is a very good way of putting it, Soro.

      ❤
      David