Damn it; they say it's a bad word,
but is it?
When you use it wrong, then of course,
but isn't that
How it is with almost anything, words, men, and animals,
When it's not right, it has to be wrong
so is it worse, is it a sin?
Damn it; how do we find out
Or do we?
Does anyone even care?
The people who don't assume that they're right
and the people who do, wouldn't they use it anyway?
Sometimes I just want to fling it
Pick it up and hurl it
As hard and as fast and as mean as I can—
Wouldn't anything I say in that way be just as bad?
Isn't it the thought that's behind it?
Or the lack thereof, and the absence of love,
isn't that what our words should be all about?
It's not that the word's really worse
not in and of itself, anyway
But it's such a negative thing
And our minds are made to be clean
That when we use the foul words
that never mean good
There's no way they can possibly be redeemed.
Only in context, and properly
Should any of our words ever be
Used by us, or by anyone
To build and encourage and strengthen them
The people we meet, the people we greet
Whatever they are, whoever they are,
So for heaven's sake, damn it, stop swearing!