Blankity-Blank

Meant to be more of a beat poem than anything else. I recommend reading it out loud.

All you haters out there now know how low I can go.
How low I can go.
How low I can go.
Under the limbo bar of decency.
Caustic comments comprised
Of blankity-blank
Blank blank
Blankity.
A linguistic reversal is what I'm calling for.
I'll trade you the verbal weight of my
Blankity-blanks
For an equally heavy
Word bank.
Your family and friends will
Cringe at the sound of,
"Please"
Or,
"Thank you".
And I shall stroll into the room hurling
Blankity-blanks
As Auntie Annie
Falls into my arms,
Decrying your foul vernacular.
I'll strut over to the pot of coffee.
It'll be freshly brewed.
I'll hurl an awfully wonderful slew at Uncle Drew
And as I pass you by
I'll say,
"And a blankity-blank day to you too."