F-Bombs

I would like to preface this poem by saying it was inspired by the other morning at work, after a particulary hard night with patients and a coworker. The day shift came in and the "boys" as we call them proceeded to tell me how many F-bombs I dropped. One said 4 the other said 2. It was finally decided I dropped 4, 2 of which were well said and well place. The receiver of these delicacies was my immediate superior. I was venting about the inadequacies of a fellow coworker and a few got sprinkled in..she didn't say anything just tried to get away...she isn't a very adequate superior I might add. So here it is and "enjoy".. I have to work with said, inadequate coworker tonight, it should be interesting



F-bombs fly,
From every which way.
Especially when I'm annoyed
Dare I say?

It's my favorite word,
And perhaps not proper.
Especially from a lady
But who's going to stop her.

Leveled at anyone
Who gets in my way
Out they come
To make my day.

Not always said
With venom and ire.
But to make a point
When the needs require.

Don't judge me,
For the words I choose
It's only for affect
And to deflate my fuse.

Do not run
Or go and hide
I say the F-bombs
With a thrill and pride.