John Thorkild Ellison
Lock Up The Weirdos! ! (Overheard In A Pub) - Poem by John Thorkild Ellison
'Just look at me! I earn my bread
And pay my taxes, watch TV,
Mind my own business,
I'm a normal bloke,
I'll have a pint and share a joke;
Lock up the weirdos, that's what I say,
If they can't conform then make them pay!
Those guys are lazy, they're not sick,
It's time they were given a bit of stick!
They're scrounging off the Welfare State,
It's all handed to them on a plate,
And while we're on the subject
Why do we call the perverts 'gay'?
They're just a bunch of effing queers,
Shoot them all and I'll shed no tears! !
Don't give me all that psychology sh*t,
I don't believe a word of it! '
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