Jack Williams Poems

Losing your virginity
Is likely to be sh**
It’s not all it’s cracked up to be
Let’s be honest, is it?
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I did everything I could
- which was nothing.
So there’s nothing left to do
- but do nothing.
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I like a poem that hits you
Like a karate chop in the face
Short and sharp and straight and true
That knocks you out of place
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Down behind the dustbin,
I met a dog called Lizzie.
I asked what she was doing,
'**** off, I'm far too busy.'
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A soggy bit of paper
They found it in the bin
I said, It was a just caper
But they said it was a sin
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If I turn to religion
I hope I’ll still be young
Not making desperate decisions
While I’m coughing up my lungs
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I loved you with my hands,
I loved you underground;
You unveiled your master plan
Without making any sound.
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You were my first cup of tea after work
You were the shower, washed the sweat and dirt
You were my well-thumbed naughty magazine
You were the newspaper in the morning
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Screwed up like a piece of paper
Crumpled on the floor
Nice to meet you see you later
You’re not needed anymore
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