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.)
September 24, 2012 at 7:09 am |
… 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.