Here’s a blip of a poem (also known as a haiku) for a pleasant bump as you roll through hump day:
credit to some wonderful artist out there whom I could only find a mention of as “Lauren the cartoon goddess”
A Haiku in Defense of Profanity
Can there be beauty
in this grunge disgruntlement?
Dirty, not unclean.
Quill Aquiver 
Thank you. I can manage my feelings much better when I’m free to cuss. George Carlin’s Seven Dirty Words Sketch is a mantra. And dear prudes, if it’s a choice between dropping an f-bomb and putting my fist through a wall, which one do you think I’ll fucking choose?