LIFE WITH A HOLE IN IT
—for Philip Larkin
Sometimes I look back—
Down over my shoulder & say
To my Asshole down there
“You’ve always got—
your way, perfectly vile
and always so very foul”
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“You old Asshole—
shitting so indifferently
like a shuttered château”
“While I’m way up here—
Slaving all day and night
A loser Poet Laureate”
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“You’re an uncouth Hole—
Making life simply miserable
For me way up here”
“Of course, my Asshole—
Doesn’t say a lousy thing
Occasionally he farts tho”
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