I found this poem interesting and fairly reliant on cursing. Especially the part where he says:

"By definition", I begin
"Alternative Medicine", I continue
"Has either not been proved to work,
Or been proved not to work.
You know what they call "alternative medicine"
Thats been proved to work?
Medicine."

What an eloquent example of Brendans point of view. I took the liberty of removing the swear words. If anyone is interested in reading it in it's entirety I've posted a link.

Little Kitten - Lyrics to Tim MinchinÂs ÂStormÂ
by podblack on December 30, 2008

"Storm"

"Inner North London, top floor flat
All white walls, white carpet, white cat,
Rice Paper partitions
Modern art and ambition
The hostÂs a physician,
Lovely bloke, has his own practice
His girlfriendÂs an actress
An old mate from home
And theyÂre always great fun.
So to dinner weÂve come.

The 5th guest is an unknown,
The hosts have just thrown
Us together for a favour
because this girlÂs just arrived from Australia
And has moved to North London
And sheÂs the sister of someone
Or has some connection.
As we make introductions
IÂm struck by her beauty
SheÂs irrefutably fair
With dark eyes and dark hair
But as she sits
I admit IÂm a little bit wary
because I notice the tip of the wing of a fairy
Tattooed on that popular area
Just above the derrière
And when she says "IÂm Sagittarien"
I confess a pigeonhole starts to form
And is immediately filled with pigeon
When she says her name is Storm.
Chatter is initially bright and light hearted
But itÂs not long before Storm gets started:
"You canÂt know anything,
Knowledge is merely opinion"
She opines, over her Cabernet Sauvignon
Vis a vis
Some unhippily
Empirical comment by me
"Not a good start" I think
WeÂre only on pre-dinner drinks
And across the room, my wife
Widens her eyes
Silently begs me, Be Nice
A matrimonial warning
Not worth ignoring
So I resist the urge to ask Storm
Whether knowledge is so loose-weave
Of a morning
When deciding whether to leave
Her apartment by the front door
Or a window on the second floor.
The food is delicious and Storm,
Whilst avoiding all meat
Happily sits and eats
While the good doctor, slightly pissedly
Holds court on some anachronistic aspect of medical history
When Storm suddenly she insists
"But the human body is a mystery!
Science just falls in a hole
When it tries to explain the the nature of the soul."
My hostess throws me a glance
She, like my wife, knows thereÂs a chance
That IÂll be off on one of my rants
But my lips are sealed.
I just want to enjoy my meal
And although Storm is starting to get my goat
I have no intention of rocking the boat,
Although itÂs becoming a bit of a wrestle
Because - like her meteorological namesake -
Storm has no such concerns for our vessel:
"Pharmaceutical companies are the enemy
They promote drug dependency
At the cost of the natural remedies
That are all our bodies need
They are immoral and driven by greed.
Why take drugs
When herbs can solve it?
Why use chemicals
When homeopathic solvents
Can resolve it?
ItÂs time we all return-to-live
With natural medical alternatives."
And try as hard as I like,
A small crack appears
In my diplomacy-dike.
"By definition", I begin
"Alternative Medicine", I continue
"Has either not been proved to work,
Or been proved not to work.
You know what they call "alternative medicine"
ThatÂs been proved to work?
Medicine."
"So you donÂt believe
In ANY Natural remedies?"
"On the contrary actually:
Before we came to tea,
I took a natural remedy
Derived from the bark of a willow tree
A painkiller thatÂs virtually side-effect free
ItÂs got a weird name,
Darling, what was it again?
Masprin?
Basprin?
Asprin!
Which I paid about a buck for
Down at my local drugstore.
The debate briefly abates
As our hosts collects plates
but as they return with desserts
Storm pertly asserts,
"Shakespeare said it first:
There are more things in heaven and earth
Than exist in your philosophyÂ
Science is just how weÂre trained to look at reality,
It canÂt explain love or spirituality.
How does science explain psychics?
Auras; the afterlife; the power of prayer?"
IÂm becoming aware
That IÂm staring,
IÂm like a rabbit suddenly trapped
In the blinding headlights of vacuous crap.
Maybe itÂs the Hamlet she just misquothed
Or the eighth glass of wine I just quaffed
But my diplomacy dike groans
And the arsehole held back by its stones
Can be held back no more:
"Look , Storm, I donÂt mean to bore you
But thereÂs no such thing as an aura!
Reading Auras is like reading minds
Or star-signs or tea-leaves or meridian lines
These people arenÂt plying a skill,
They are either lying or mentally ill.
Same goes for those who claim to hear GodÂs demands
And Spiritual healers who think they have magic hands.
By the way,
Why is it OK
For people to pretend they can talk to the dead?
Is it not totally ______ in the head
Lying to some crying woman whose child has died
And telling her youÂre in touch with the other side?
ThatÂs just fundamentally sick
Do we need to clarify that thereÂs no such thing as a psychic?
What, are we _____ 2?
Do we actually think that Horton Heard a Who?
Do we still think that Santa brings us gifts?
That Michael Jackson hasnÂt had facelifts?
Are we still so stunned by circus tricks
That we think that the dead would
Wanna talk to pricks
Like John Edwards?
Storm to her credit despite my derision
Keeps firing off clichés with startling precision
Like a sniper using bollocks for ammunition
"YouÂre so sure of your position
But youÂre just closed-minded
I think youÂll find
Your faith in Science and Tests
Is just as blind
As the faith of any fundamentalist"
"Hm thatÂs a good point, let me think for a bit
Oh wait, my mistake, itÂs absolute bull____.
Science adjusts itÂs beliefs based on whatÂs observed
Faith is the denial of observation so that Belief can be preserved.
If you show me
That, say, homeopathy works,
Then I will change my mind
IÂll spin on a ______ dime
IÂll be embarrassed as hell,
But I will run through the streets yelling
ItÂs a miracle! Take physics and bin it!
Water has memory!
And while itÂs memory of a long lost drop of onion juice is Infinite
It somehow forgets all the poo itÂs had in it!
You show me that it works and how it works
And when IÂve recovered from the shock
I will take a compass and carve Fancy That on the side of my ______."
Everyones just staring at me now,
But IÂm pretty pissed and IÂve dug this far down,
So I figure, in for penny, in for a pound:
"Life is full of mysteries, yeah
But there are answers out there
And they wonÂt be found
By people sitting around
Looking serious
And saying isnÂt life mysterious?
LetÂs sit here and hope
LetÂs call up the ________ Pope
LetÂs go watch Oprah
Interview Deepak Chopra
If youÂre going to watch tele, you should watch Scooby Doo.
That show was so cool
because every time thereÂs a church with a ghoul
Or a ghost in a school
They looked beneath the mask and what was inside?
The _________ janitor or the dude who runs the waterslide.
Throughout history
Every mystery
EVER solved has turned out to be
Not Magic.
Does the idea that there might be truth
Frighten you?
Does the idea that one afternoon
On Wiki-____-pedia might enlighten you
Frighten you?
Does the notion that there may not be a supernatural
So blow your hippy noodle
That you would rather just stand in the fog
Of your inability to Google?
IsnÂt this enough?
Just this world?
Just this beautiful, complex
Wonderfully unfathomable world?
How does it so fail to hold our attention
That we have to diminish it with the invention
Of cheap, man-made Myths and Monsters?
If youÂre so into Shakespeare
Lend me your ear:
"To gild refined gold, to paint the lily,
To throw perfume on the violet is just _______ silly"
Or something like that.
Or what about Satchmo?!
I see trees of Green,
Red roses too,
And fine, if you wish to
Glorify Krishna and Vishnu
In a post-colonial, condescending
Bottled-up and labeled kind of way
ThatÂs ok.
But hereÂs what gives me a hard-on:
I am a tiny, insignificant, ignorant lump of carbon.
I have one life, and it is short
And unimportantÂ
But thanks to recent scientific advances
I get to live twice as long as my great great great great uncles and auntses.
Twice as long to live this life of mine
Twice as long to love this wife of mine
Twice as many years of friends and wine
Of sharing curries and getting _____
With good-looking hippies
With fairies on their spines
And butterflies on their ______.
And if perchance I have offended
Think but this and all is mended:
WeÂd as well be 10 minutes back in time,
For all the chance youÂll change your mind."

It's now an animated film.