May
13th
Tue
13th
I'm Not There
On A Certain Female’s Certain Ignorance Of Love.
by John Wilmot
To love a girl’s a waste of time
Spent best in company of wine,
Although the drink won’t swallow spunk
Unlike her love it leaves you drunk.
For wine won’t leave you wanting more,
To ‘couple’ with a doting bore,
Who’ll see her more but fuck her less
Yet stop her life from being a mess!
As through him order she attains,
How long can she suppress the strains?
Her want for passion, red raw highs,
The long for lust between her thighs.
But passion he has! Through cards and flowers,
Tradition, meals and relaxed hours.
Yet flowers are a thoughtless gift-
Memorable? No. Their death is swift…