I, for one, like it when words rebel

when they dispel their stigma

and sting at the nostrils of meaning

noxious and stoic; at large

disruptive, barging in

offensive and acrid to kith and kin

clutching at the straws of cholera

intolerant and insensitive

as nonsense; flaming

rekindled and puerile

relentless

yet fragile