Dear Lady

My lady,
Thou art disgraced.
Your future is in a gutter,
That was constructed in haste.

Your guardians promised protection,
But were swiftly led astray.
Dear lady, protect your neck,
For it lies exposed today.

I have loved you lady,
And the promise on which you stand,
Your torch which once shone brightly,
No longer reaches land.

Oh lady, my lady,
May my words find you well,
a ship for you to travel on,
as your nation goes to hell.

know you did not fail,
it is the people who want you gone.
you cannot expect to offer help,
to those who wish for none.

Sweet lady I still love you,
I promise it’s not an act,
The people will crawl on hands and knees,

Begging.

to take you back.
With open arms you shall welcome them,
It’s in your nature to forgive.
I hope today doesn’t kill you lady,
We desperately need you to live.

 

*Anyone want to guess who the lady is?

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Love Letter To Swearing

I love to swear

that’s a fact.

and it is sweet.
It’s unladylike! You say.

Inarticulate swine!

And you’re right it is, truly, a shame!

That articulation is arbitrary,

and, my language choice, is mine.
 

See my vocabulary is vast

It stretches out like the sea.

And my sea won’t shrink

If I happen to use the C.

 

The feeling of the fricative F

As I say the word,

Feels

so visceral I have to repeat.

 

The subtle sibilance

As my mouth forms a shhhh

And ends with a quick hit.

 

My choice of words will not diminish

Either my manner, my charm,

my humour, or wit.
It doesn’t make me unintelligent

To use it for embellishment.
So for those of you,

who would-

Admonish me for my words,

I truly hope this helps.

 

Now kindly take your criticism,

And go fuck yourself.