Friday afternoon poem

By Heraclitus

Well, I was going to try to do some light-hearted Friday afternoon blogging with images, but--surprise, surprise--Blogger isn't letting me upload images. Oh, Blogger, will you ever be adequate?

Anyways, instead, a Friday afternoon poem. Sorry if it's a little glum or acerbic, but, well, it's raining here. And the poem is still good clean fun. Who better to kick off your weekend than Philip Larkin?


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.