Sometimes I Use The Bad Words !

I Ain't No Fucking Singer
by: Rob Paquin

No stranger to the anger
Borne from my frustration
I can say it nice or say it twice
It's still another aggravation

Wind filled whispers. Those fucked up words.
Spinning through the clouds.
Like smoke from far off fires; Stored
Released upon the crowd

Eyes to water. They're always wet
People claiming I'm their storm
But when the railings start to slip
My status is reborn

Just another passing thought
Typed out here in rhyme
Like a virgin cocktail bought
And then passed down through the line

And yeah I see you seeing this
And thinking it's all you
But my mind is like a fucking maze
That you can't see straight through

So, save your consternation
And move yourself along
Because I'm just writing poetry
This ain't no fucking song !

Pfft...

~The Snowdog