I curse at inanimate objects

I curse at inanimate objects.

I swore at my coffee cup this morning

because it spilled coffee on me.

 

I curse at inanimate objects.

I work alone and I can do it all the time.

I curse at inanimate objects

because I have no patience for them.

I curse at inanimate objects

because I want to hurt their feelings.

I curse at inanimate objects

because some of them are so stupid.

I curse at inanimate objects

because they can take it.

I curse at inanimate objects

because they disappoint me continuously.

I curse at inanimate objects

because they like to hear the violent tone of those words.

 

I curse at inanimate objects

because I enjoy swearing?

Because I’m angry?

Because I’m impatient?

    Maybe, because I’m a little bit cuckoo.

 

Fuckin’ coffee cup!

About troysherdahl

A blue-collar bohemian with a penchant for fine words and dirty jeans.
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