A Tale of Teenage Lust
There's nothing quite like teenage lust,
All the Maybe and the MUST,
Hiding in the school latrine
Where you can't be heard and can't be seen.
There's nothing quite like teenage lust
When your boring teacher hasn't sussed
What you've done or where you've been
With thoughts both lurid and obscene.
But what about the Lonely One
Who's had his solitary fun
And finds he simply can't relate
(He only knows how to masturbate!) ?
He doesn't see the point of it all,
So he turns his tearful face to the wall,
He'll never find a loving mate
But solitude will be his fate,
So with a little selfish pride
He gets his kicks in suicide.
poem by John Thorkild Ellison
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