John Thorkild Ellison

(17/04/51 / Edinburgh)

A Biological Trick


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 some kind of biological trick
To propogate the human race.
I know you've got a pretty face
And I have to admit you turn me on;
My sexual instincts haven't gone
And though you know I could be your Dad
It might be the best thrill I've ever had,
But don't you realise the human race
Is a goddamn awful bloody disgrace?
Better fo you to be a nun
Than finish this game that you've begun!
Like I've told you a hundred times before
There's no use flogging an old dead whore! !

Submitted: Tuesday, July 26, 2011
Edited: Tuesday, July 26, 2011

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