John Thorkild Ellison

Rookie - 103 Points (17/04/51 / Edinburgh)

No Good Flogging A Dead Whore - Poem by John Thorkild Ellison

There's nothing that I do deplore
More than sleeping with a callous whore;
She won't reveal to me her name
Or the reason why she's on the game.

She likes to smoke a cigarette
And give no sign of her regret
For another hopeless, boring scr*w
That's a tragedy for me or you.

She drowns her sorrow in a drink
That calms her so she cannot think
Or remember the days when she was young
And liked to have her praises sung.

She has no love for humankind,
Her mind is deaf, her heart is blind.
I've tried so hard to make her see
That love should bring some ecstasy,

She swears and tells me I'm a fool
In language that is harsh and cruel -
I know I'll never change her ways,
She's lost and broken to the end of days.


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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, February 19, 2013

Poem Edited: Tuesday, February 19, 2013


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