*One curse word that is not bleeped (lol...just for soloo)

I feel a peace
Within my heart
That use to be
Very tart.
Its filled with sleep
and loving care
But this to keep
is very rare.
I sometimes fuss
I bitch and cuss
But that doesn't mean
I'm here to steam.
I am not aware
Of this sometimes
I really care
In most of my rhymes.
I suppose something
Could be changed
Could do the right thing
I could re-Arrange.
On a happier note,
I might be leaving
With my furry coat
Out the ceiling.