Bleeped Off
Constantly on the bewareFor any word known as a swear
They don't want us tainted
With words too un-sainted
They insist we stay prudishly square
Fearful of being infected
We're controlled and over protected
Their weapon, the bleep
Is a slow censor-creep
Which shields us from words, not respected
They try so hard to avert
Words they deem to be dirt
But, the powers that be
Can't seem to see
Policing of words, is what hurts
Minds philosophically asleep
Insisting on insulting bleeps
Spawn backward mentality
Puritanical morality
They so righteously guard to safe-keep
You bleeping censoring prudes
Your values are terribly skewed
You're preaching's opaque
Freedom of choice is at stake
All four-letter words are not L E W D
by Stan Cooper...5/21/05 graphic by Don Hunt
Poetry by Stan Cooper
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Written on 2007-03-14 at 21:36
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