John Thorkild Ellison Poems

All pimples and pubic hair,
I know you would never dare
Go through those teenage years again;
Too much aggression
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I took you to a B&B
And signed us in as man and wife,
A cosy guest-house by the sea
For the worst weekend in my life.
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Christ spoke to me from the gallows
And burned a hole in my heart.

He said I'd never be the same again,
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Look at the time! It's half-past six!
Time for me to be getting my kicks!
I'll have some whisky,
It'll make me frisky,
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Fred spent his childhood playing guitars,
Hunting for rabbits and counting the stars;
When he got older he sat around bars
Drinking tequila and smoking cigars.
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The man who strangles babies
Looks just like me or you,
But organises Sunday outings
To the Chocolate Factories of Death.
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Now that I'm lying in my hearse
I realize that my paltry verse
Was simply just an ego-trip,
An attempt to show that I was 'hip'
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This is the hour when the poet grieves,
Picking his way through the rain-sodden leaves,
Betrayed by a promise he no longer believes
As he throws in his lot with murderers and thieves.
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It's a Mortal Sin, everyone knows,
To masturbate or blow your nose!
My Christian friend is so squeaky clean
It makes want to shout out something obscene!
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