“perning in a gyre”

Morning, noon & bloody night,

Seven sodding days a week,

I slave at filthy work, that might

Be done by any book-drunk freak.

This goes on till I kick the bucket:

FUCKITFUCKITFUCKITFUCKIT

 

-Philip Larkin, 1968

 

(Or book-sober, as the case may be.)

One Response to ““perning in a gyre””

  1. doom spiral Says:

    … said a librarian in the sixties! thank g-d he’s dead, what manner of filth would him conjure for today’s grievances against waged slavery![?] ps fuck work. also cops. and life! pps something something beckett.

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