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swearing in Ireland is not such a sin
It spins about and straight to the bin 
Swearing in England is a criminal offence 
Two years in detention, and society will wince 
Now recently the new evidence shone some light 
That swearing in Ireland maybe all right 

For health and happiness 
One must erupt 
Give off steam swear if you might 
It releases endorphins increases dopamine 
The necessary enzemies for self esteem 

So when your frustrated, all is not lost 
Quote the scientist research topic verse 
Be quick with your wit 
Express what you need 
Listen to answers 
And do a good deed 

After all that fuckin swearing 
That life is a bitch 
Sit with your best friend and skreetch 
That life is not going according to plan 
The ups and downs do not balance 
Dont frown 

What expectations , have you had from beginning of time 
Fairy tale stories happy endings 
That rhyme 

Sit up take stock. Be grateful and pleased 
That life has given you health and ease 
Ease at the stops, where you want to bang head 
Be courageous on your road, on ahead. 

Just let out a fuck you 
Now and again 
Be prepared for repercussions 
Cause its an English dread 
To hear an Irish woman 
Screaming bad words at the top of her head 

Geraldine Millar 2017
Posted: 2018-02-15 12:11:44 UTC

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