Sweet Lord in Heaven

Dear Joe – I know I truly wouldn’t mind
If you’d refrain from saying any word
That might suggest a mental lapse, or turd.
It’s truly unbecoming.  Any bind
You’ve put the party in has gotten worse
Whenever you begin to say a phrase
That brings to mind a sickness or malaise
That’s not a pretty sight, or any terse
Expression that’s a euphemism for
A necessary private human act.
It’s gotten so that any missing fact
In any speech you’re giving isn’t more
Condemning than the way you dress it down,
A heaping pile in a summer gown.