Poem -

A WANK BEFORE BREAKFAST

That's what she said - it's taken as read,
so damn clever but she will never know the true mindset,
only I know, the manipulation, the lies, deceipt, for most of us you meet,
you want to be like me - you've got no chance.

So, where do we go from here - next time round control,
get to grips with the sneaky predilictions of the soul,
you dropped to this level - we'll bring you back,
to the spiritual core of creation and smack you back on station.

Now, where might that be - to a level of mystery and decency,
what is that? Are animals decent - do they know of God?
Do they know of right and wrong - or is it just okay to shag along?
No, it's not - let me write the script, I' ll give you a good song.

To all the ones I've loved before- coming thro' my door,
hey, didn't you used to be a dirty bastard?
I'm better now, don't get above my station, I no longer need masturbation.

 

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