Poem: “Sacred”

I could warn you that this poem contains languageimages (5)

But every poem does.

Don’t be fooled by the peach fuzz:

I swear like a sailor,

Still scarred like a failure.

The sacred won’t always do,

But the profane sounds perfect.

 

Because sometimes life stinks like shiitake mushrooms.

Sometimes, you fudge up.

Guillotine’s pressed against your neck.

Everything’s darned to heck.

Everyone you know is a bloody boat-licker,

Lick-spittled, tarnated butt-kicker.

 

Language shapes thoughts which forms actions

Which reflect reactions, cause gee wiz

Ain’t those rules just Cheez n’ Crackers?

Egad! The moral pressures of Catholic school

Have us screaming in the streets, wondering

What the Dickens we should say

In polite company, in a polite way,

Around the dinner table.

 

Sometimes, we’re not able to express ourselves

But by thundering blasted obscenities

At the top of our lungs.

Confound it, I’m done with the doggone bull-hockey!

Nothing you can say will shock me.

Just tell me your stories and your truth,

And it won’t matter what buggered words you use.

 

About derekberry

Derek Berry is a novelist, poet, and student located in Charleston, SC.

Posted on May 1, 2013, in Controversy, culture, Language, Poems, Poetry, writer, Writing and tagged , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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