One day I’d finally had it,

Well I sure cursed Cancer out.

I took the idiot to the bathroom.

I tossed my Christian values out.

I opened my mouth in anger.

All the filth came pouring out;

The things I heard myself say,

Still makes me blush, with shame today.

Well, I told it a thing or two.

Where to go and who to screw;

I even told it what to kiss;

And when it should kiss it too

That day I really lost control;

I was on a roll. My dear friends,

The truth be told

I’d have cursed the whole damn world

Until that day, I convinced myself

There was no real pressure.

If I could keep talking to myself

And keep tight reins on my temper,

Things would work out for the best

Just you wait and see;

Because this was just a little test

The Lord was giving me.

Needless to say, the test God gave

I failed it, miserably.

The pressure just built up in me

And I acted terribly. I simply lost my temper.

Things just couldn’t get any worse.

So I locked myself in the bathroom

And like a sailor I started to curse.  

Copyright Pamilla deLeon- Lewis, 2003