Words.
Some are better left unsaid,
to have never come out at all.
Words.
Some are better left unheard.
Why defile the innocent and pure with a single
word?
Why can we not use our brains
to think of what we say,
rather than blurt out an ugly string of
words?
Is it not better that we use,
rather than abuse,
our intellectual language
with more than hideous four-letter
words?

Words.
They could be the worth of so much more,
more artistic than before;
if only we could use the better, beautiful
words.
Or will we forever be tainted by our
Words?