Where I come from cursing is the norm,
especially when life brings on the storm.
Old habits die hard,
so at times I still flip the curse card.
There's still a lot of foul language in me,
I fight to not let it run free.
Anger and frustration,
usually brings foul language to creation.
Intelligence births new forms of expression,
maturity also teaches a lesson.
Birds of a feather,
understand cursing together.
Fine feathered friends outside,
may not confide.
It's all a matter of preference,
not one to be used as reference.
When in doubt,
cut cursing out.
As the road extends further,
don't even bother.