To the Power of the F
The letter starts a word that means everything.

Even if you didn’t want to, you’ve probably used it before. It slid from your bottom lip when your cocktail hit the floor.
It came out loud when someone fouled your hero on the court. The ref, he missed it, F him too. He shouldn’t be so short!
It has some crazy power if you really think. It can mean so many things that it fills the kitchen sink.
Out loud in school? You’re going to regret it. TV and Radio barely ever let it. But if you ask me, I don’t really get it.
I use it very sparingly only when it’s needed. Usually when other words repeatedly go unheeded.
When writing well, you probably should be careful. Your limited vocabulary may make readers fearful.
But every day I tend to say it loudly. Not always but sometimes very proudly.
It is the only way to describe our current situation. From the state of our minds to the state of our nation.
But if you like to consider, irony at dinner. The word really is a fucking winner.
No one likes to think about the moment or read it in this blurb. But we all came from one night when our parents performed the verb.
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