Can't Get It Up
What thoughts go on in that pretty head?
Would you like me to force you to go to bed?
The things we'd do would wake up the dead
And we wouldn't care what the neighbours said!
I have to tell you I'm sixty-two,
Relationships? Well I've had a few,
And it's not that I don't know what to do,
There's a woman here and she wants to scr*w!
But things aren't as simple as you think,
Old luvva-boy here is addicted to drink,
And he's full of drugs, anti-depressants too
That keep him ticking over when he feels blue.
Do you understand what I'm trying to say?
This has nothing to do with me being gay,
It's bloody frustrating when you can't have a f*ck!
Try somebody else, girl, I wish you luck! !
poem by John Thorkild Ellison
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