John Thorkild Ellison
Dr Reaper And The Death Of Love - Poem by John Thorkild Ellison
He diagnosed us nervous wrecks
And the reason for it was all sex.
The innocent things which we enjoyed
Were scrutinized and then destroyed.
Then when we suffered he was overjoyed
'We've come a long way since Sigmund Freud,
Since D.H. Lwarence and Wilhelm Reich,
Those thinkers that you used to like!
Do you remember 'Flower Power'
When Timothy Leary had his hour?
And don't forget the Human Soul,
Last refuge of the Romantic Fool,
This is the age where we CONTROL
And use our minds as an accurate tool!
Poetry is just empty words
That will vanish like the singing of birds,
The Earth will shrug off songs and dreams,
Everything's as empty as it seems,
The INTELLECT will be our God
And rule us with an iron rod! !
Stop thinking of that earlier time,
You know nostalgia is a crime,
The pleasures we had were ANALYSED,
Love's embryo was paralysed,
It's very simple, can't you see,
It's down to numbers, one, two, three,
There's no such thing as being 'free'
Not with MATHEMATICAL certainty! ! '
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