Mama made me suck soap till I spit suds,
till I sputtered and choked and swore that I'd
never! never! say such a word
as the word she heard me say that
day when I was chasing little Eddie
away from my collection of earthworms.
But, it seems I was born with a dirty
mouth. Just as I've sworn to quit swearing, a
"Bullshit! Fuck You!" slips out, and it
feels so fine to cross the line of
proper ladylike behavior that I
(sorry, Mama) savor every word.
For the "staccato" prompt at dVerse