Bleeped Off Poem by Stanley Cooper

Constantly on the beware
For any word known as a swear
They don’t want us tainted
With words too un-sainted
And insist we stay prudishly square

Fearful of being infected
We’re controlled and over protected
Their weapon, the bleep
Is a slow censor-creep
Which shields us from words, not respected

They try so hard to avert
Words they deem to be dirt
But, the powers that be
Can’t seem to see
Policing of words, is what hurts

The persistence of insulting bleeps
From minds philosophically asleep
Spawn backward mentality
And puritanical morality
They so righteously guard to safe-keep

You bleeping censoring prudes
Your values are terribly skewed
Your preaching’s opaque
Freedom of choice is at stake
All four-letter words are not L E W D