Bad Language

When I was little I was taught that some language is worst then other language, and there are certain words that I should never say. Of course I would hear the adults says these words and I would tell them that they shouldn't swear. That never really worked. And of course when I was sure no one else was around I try and say them to see how they fit with my tounge. I suppose that's where my current habit came from. I'm not as bad as I used to be, I guess it was the cool thing to do in high school. I'm not so worried about being cool any more. I do remember one time I made a bet with my brother that he couldn't go 5 minutes without swearing. Of course he almost made it, but I was playing a video game and I used the ability "hell ivy" (I'd explain the game, but that isn't really important to the story) and then realizing what he had said immeadately said "fuck". I wasn't wasn't going to hold him to the hell ivy statement, but I had to mark him down for fuck.
I've always been interested in the origins of swearing. It seems completely silly to me that we give certain words such power. And there are words I certainly don't like using. No matter what Eve Ensler, writer of the Vagina Monologues, says about the word "cunt" I still don't like it. Just isn't a word I like using. I know choosing not to use it gives it more power, but still not my thing. Same thing with racist terms. It creeps me out that people can same some of the things they do without cringing. I suppose the words just don't mean the same thing to them because they don't let them have that power. I guess to each his own.


Language in front of a lady

I've been trying to watch my lanuage
recently, my eyes aren't what they used
to be. If I could I'd just snatch those words,
pull them right out of the air. No lady
would ever have such profanity touch
the silk countenance of her ears. Instead
my words would come out truer then I could
supply myself. I would never worry
that my words might get me into trouble.
Of course that is only a dream that I
must keep on dreaming. For now my words are
simply a booby trap in my mouth that
is waiting to go off any second
now, in the presence of a lady.


Copyright 2007 William Curb