Profanities Poem by Phil Soar

Profanities in words are what I'm used to
It helps me deal with life in times of stress
I might let out a word that's quite abusive
That leaves recipients in some distress

A form of tourette's, or a trait I'm prone to
Or just a torrent of foul mouthed expletives
I can't control the verbal altercations
Even though I'm told that I should leave it

I'm told that this must be my own relief valve
When trials of life become too much to bare
And yet I can't give up this verbal outburst
And wonder if I really have to care