Consider all the words you never say
The words that you know that never come out to play
But even if you never say them, you know them anyway
Because a word once learned will forever stay
Some words I know will never find their way to print
Even if their use would be fresher than mint
Even if I use some words repetitively again once more
There are still some words and phrases I abhor
Some words appear too inelegant and crude
That the use of them is inherently rude
Though the abstaining from epithets may mark me as a prude
The taste of these verses remain a simple, staple food
To prevent a burn at every turn, I bar profanity
And anyway, the spice is nice with just insanity
These words of mine remain divine in taste I often savor
And thus I am content with my own flavor
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