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Friday, April 12, 2019

against profanity

Profanity is a hideous affliction
- a vulnerability deliberately installed,
inflicted in children by disgusting, incompetent, negligent
or uncaring
parents.

And/or.
Manufacture abhor
And revulse
And pain
lying years in store.

They install it themselves,
dear parentals do.
like a moral panic button in the forehead, press here
wired right straight through to the brain with a jolt
of juice. And instruct the child: if anyone

should "cuss you out"

Well you must cut loose. They can't
use syllables like that. Your justified proper response
is
to

>>>overreact<<< like freakout mad, and come to blood and bruise and blows! Or burst into tears and weep for the hurt someone caused by their stray bad superstitious "power word" your parental gave you to hold for life, and for all. Now you hold the ball. It is supposed to hit you hard.

You only uphold their honor, thereby
The way you deliberately gore yourself.
They trained you to, also deliberately
They trained it in deep by punishment
and by reinforcing it every slip
by slap, shush and tut

- and if ever, and if
they're cussed themselves? Well,

they overreact themselves,
LIKE A GROWN-UP
DAMN GOOD EXAMPLE.

And given such good parental
gift, you grow up much likewise. Flinch and
wince at certain syllables. You go
through life yourself,
with a tut
and a cluck
to uplift,
and a scold and a crack
in your sour mouth,

and it serves you right

to pass on
such shit.

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