Beware of the Ghoul
Pour me a heady cocktail
Of Sex, Religion, Death,
But do not turn your head away
From my stinking, rancid breath!
I've found my joy in every grave
That's full of bones and dust,
Your God will never, ever save
You from my raging lust!
How putrid is my highest dream,
Where Angels fear to tread,
My knowledge will just make you scream
And wish that you were dead.
I've seen a lot of life, my friend,
More than you'll ever know,
And I hope you'll never meet your end
With the demons here below.
Go back to Church and pray for me
As I stand here in my pain,
Seek out your God's tranquillity
Or else you'll go insane!
poem by John Thorkild Ellison
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