In realms of speech where words take flight,

Some sounds we utter dim the light.

The "f-word" echoes, sharp and crude,

Misunderstood, and oft misused.

It lacks the grace, the gentle art,

To truly speak what's in the heart.

A lazy tongue, a thoughtless sound,

Where richer phrases can be found.

It builds no bridges, doesn't mend,

But harshness to expression lends.

In conversations, clear and bright,

It casts a shadow, spoils the light.

So let us choose with care and grace,

More thoughtful words to fill our space.

Reject the coarse, the blunt, the raw,

Let better language be our law.