(after Philip Larkins - This Be The Verse)

They stuff you up, your friends and foes
They say “don’t mean to”, but they do.
They tell you lies with cries and woes
And say they wish that they were you.

But they too were stuffed up by their peers
By moans and groans and violent rant,
Who drowned them in their sullen tears
And words they borrowed straight from Kant.

Friend hands on dolority to friend
Like rubbish heaped upon a wall.
So to yourself you should attend
And have no bloody friends at all.

Prionsías Ó Canáin

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