I posted this poem before, but I'm looking for a little more

Ezekiel W

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feedback...what do you think of it? What Is Your Right Mr. Curser?---or---I Think That Foul Should Fly the Coop

I find I’m often left in want of a simple explanation
As to why expressions change in times of exasperation.
Why must people utter such malicious maledictions?
If all were left to me, I would stiffen the restrictions.

Likewise disconcerting, I have found that as of late,
These words have metamorphosed to mean good, bad, love, or hate.
It’s hard enough as is, in society’s confusion,
Without these expletive’s dispersion and diffusion.

So a statement I will make, to the man or woman curser:
Leave the fouls behind you, it’s all the better; none the worser.
And if you find your word-stock to be waxing rather brief,
Through the glossary or dictionary or thesaurus you should leaf.

Still I hear divulged by some; they miss their rancid ways,
Coining them so dearly as their beloved ‘good old days’.
If words of harshness and of brashness are still exigently needed,
Your lack of vulgar language; no way has this impeded.

If you wish to call a person foolish, use simply: injudicious.
For mean there’s: nasty, callous, knavish, vile, and pernicious.
Still there are so many more that here I’ve left unlisted,
For I place full confidence you can find them unassisted.

In all occasion you can have a plethora of options.
Just think of all those unused words waiting for adoptions.
Pepper in some color to your daily oral chores,
And open those forgotten and neglected vocab. doors

Yet there are some scoffers who like their words four-lettered,
They’d please to keep me voiceless and my vocals zipped and fettered.
Cause who am I to speak when words like ‘worser’, I have used?
Well you see your words are coarse, and mine have but amused.
 
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