Life With A Hole In It


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”
____________

“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”
_________

“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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