There is nothing wrong with the words.
Strong, coarse tools, imprinted through early exposure,
signifying our common emotional code.
Rules we devise are conventions
of conversation; protocols of etiquette
to ease polite cooperation.
Civil diction clothed to steer
along social continuum;
among peers, those
above, below, best soothed with charm.
Stand down, soldier.
We are in the realm of informality.
Speak as ye will (and none be harmed).