John Thorkild Ellison Poems

The city lights are hard and cold
Beneath an unforgiving sky,
And empty faces reaffirm
The feeling that you want to die,
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You poor dear guy with fishy eyes,
The kind of man my mother would despise,
I'd love to end your hopeless sorrow
And make you well -
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I suppose my chances are virtually zero
Of ever becoming a TV hero,
But couldn't you love me anyway,
I'm young and I'm virile and I'm not gay! !
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I'd like to be the cigarette
You stub out in the tray,
You've had your kicks it's plain to see
And I have had my day,
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In my cell I've daubed the heart's graffiti
On the wall, but I cant tell
Why I'm here, or why
They've kidnapped Jesus.
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I like making love in my brand new car
(A breast in the hand's worth two in a bra!)
The girl in question's a bit of a b*tch
But she certainly knows how to scratch my itch! !
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I've had enough of the kitchen sink
So I think I'll pour myself a drink,
The hoovering has all been done,
Oh a housewife's life is full of fun!
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I realise my only hope
Is to find some kind of way to cope
With the guilt that hounds me from within,
But I'm paralysed by a sense of sin.
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The planet's dying - I don't care
I'm sitting in my easy chair
And watching soaps on my TV.
What do I care that in fifty years
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Jesus told a joke
To the lowly and humble folk
And they laughed.
So the Pope
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