Spontaneous Musings

Who's Philip Larkin? WHO'S PHILIP LARKIN? Mate, only majorly depressed poet of our time. Bezzy pals with Kingsley Amis and probably a total shit, but one of those syllabus chaps. You know, the ones you have to do at school, here anyway.

This Be the Verse

They fuck you up, your mum and dad.
They may not mean to, but they do.
They fill you with the faults they had
And add some extra, just for you.

But they were fucked up in their turn
By fools in old-style hats and coats,
Who half the time were soppy-stern
And half at one another's throats.

Man hands on misery to man.
It deepens like a coastal shelf.
Get out as early as you can,
And don't have any kids yourself.