Some see cunt
as the world’s worst word,
yet Lawrence and Sterne and Joyce
chose the word at queynte’s expense,
which was simply Chaucer’s choice.
And as prick slips into conversations,
fuck is in full flower,
and piss and shit are commonplace,
old cunt retains it’s power.
And it’s not for the sound
some shy away,
or the thing that’s signified,
for pussy or hole are readily used
in talk undignified.
It’s more the combination
of the thing, and the word’s insistence
which sticks in our throats as an active grab
at the heart of our existence.
And some find this reason to be revulsed
but some they would embellish
their poems and prose,so a propos
the Cunt- embrace with relish!