Mr. Merrick's Flat

There is this guy down the hall,
Who hears us every night,
Who hears the moaning and my boyfriend's
Orgasm yells and all,
We don't think it's right.

He avoids us when he sees us,
In fear that we may mock,
You see, he has the Elephant Man disease,
At first when one sees him, it's a shock.

My friends and I have orgies in our flat,
And, we enjoy each others bodies, on my studly's dick we sat,
But, you see, he down the hall never participates,
He only pops himself, until he ejaculates.

He has a condition, the Elephant Man disease,
So when he grew up, the object of scorn and tease,
And, we are aware of our own sexuality,
But, we are also aware he needs companionship and erotic company.

When he passes in the halls,
We try not to mock him, but to say 'Hi',
It's not his fault, hanging off his skin are tumor like balls,
We ask him, 'What are you doing tonight?',
We are met with no reply,
Then we ask him if he'd like to come to a party,
Where no one will mock him,
And in the pool out back, we can swim.

He hesitates at first but then consents,
We say to him, 'If anybody stares, we will tell them out to cut it,'
He is no different than my studly sexual partner,
He may have a slightly different outside package,
But inside, we come from the same designer.

And, we promise the girls will go easy,
So our bodies and our presence are less daunting,
We will wear full length bikinis,
So we will not mock him with our bodies or in anyway be teasing.

We just want him to enjoy himself,
To frolic with us and play with us at the pool,
He doesn't have to swim, and we won't look down on him as a tool, he may drool,
To reach out to a disfigured person, embrace his spirit and not place him on the shelf.

Party starts at eight!
And because of his presence, we will be straight,
And no one will mock him, he will be free,
The party will be a smash, you will see!
An orgy may take place,
But we will make sure he participates,
But only if he wants to, so he's not out of place,
We love him and care for him but we don't want to rape him.

We know he hears our moans and cries,
And my studly salt and pepper haired partner blow his load,
What emotional troubles he must have?
To hear a man twice his age banging good-looking broads like us,
He must think he's not worthy of our love to have,
And, he doesn't know this but we hear him cry in the night and make a fuss.

Two friends of mine frolic in the pool,
And, he sits alone,
Only attention he gets are blank stares,
While he sits on his throne,
I go over to him, and I say,
'They're just jealous, let's go - I saw you drool!'

I say to him, 'You're beautiful,'
And I start to lick his growths,
And I say to him, 'Never mind them. you have a good soul,
come here no matter how you look, the sex is free and plentiful.'

As I stroke his disfigured face,
I say, 'I know you hear us all the time,
it must be hard, knowing a sick society where you have your place,
but tonight you can be free, tonight it's no crime,
to suck my nipples and I'll scream, while around your growths,
I'll lick with my face.'

You don't have to be modest tonight,
And I won't turn away, out of shock and fright,
And don't mind them, if they look at us,
They just never made love to a sexy man with growths and deformities before,
I will serve you and satisfy you so the flies on the wall can listen to us,
And it will all be about you, and I will not see it as a chore.

What are you afraid of?  I'll go slow.

'YOU ARE NOT AN ANIMAL! YOU ARE A DECENT HUMAN BEING WITH FEELINGS, WANTS AND DESIRES! YOU CRAVE ACCEPTANCE AND GREAT, MIND-NUMBING SEX LIKE EVERYONE ELSE AND I'LL GIVE YOU BOTH! I WILL SERVE YOU AND SERVE YOUR NEEDS AND BE SUBSERVIENT TO YOU ON THIS NIGHT AND BE YOUR BITCH AND YOUR SLAVE! MY NAME IS ESME AND I'M GLAD I MET YOU! YOU ARE NOT AN ANIMAL!'