#thefuksoap

Even if you’re squeaky clean

Bad words can sometimes be a little mean

Excessive chatter

Noisy clatter

As you gossip way too much

Using a negative voice as your crutch

Instead, here’s a bar of handmade soap

Not tied to threads of restrained rope

But free of any entanglement

As my quote does strongly represent

Of how I feel about a few things

Inner strength has given me wings

Don’t care for revenge or retaliation

I’d rather be an artist of poetic creation

With a common phrase of expression

Being honest, and not using aggression

Just to shout, “Shut the fuck up” with love

To wash away and get rid of

That vile verbal dirt

When you sometimes blurt

Crappy insults my way

For now, all that I wish to say

Is to shove it down and deep throat it

Cleansing your tongue from such bitter shit

Rinse, lather and repeat

Don’t forget your armpits or stinky feet

Maybe rub a dub-dub

It’s time to take a bath in my porcelain tub

Perhaps a satisfying sudsy shower

To ignite that fragrant power

Flushing your filth down the drain

So that only happiness may truly remain