Bored With Love Poem by John Thorkild Ellison

Bored With Love



You say you love me - what a bore! !
(I seem to have heard those words before) ,
Quite frankly, dear, they make me sick,
Love's just a biological trick
To propagate the human race....

I know you've got a pretty face
But you'll have to do much better than this
To earn a caress or even a kiss -
It's not that I'm such a very good catch
Or someone considered an ideal match,
It's just that I think the human race
Is a goddamn awful bloody disgrace! !
Take my advice, become a nun,
Nothing is new under the sun.

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