‘Twas gaslit by the foulest,
Most malignant covert narcissists.
To a point where my lexicon was so sharp –
I was accused of being the cruelest,
When intending emotional harm.
Cursing is but frivolity –
To lumberjacks.
My words cut to bone.
My glares shoot daggers.
My heart pumps diesel.
Fie!
Run!
“You taught me language, and my profit on’t Is, I know how to curse.”
