12-29-2011, 08:25 PM
(A response to Philip Larkin's question)
He sits in malevolent silence
overseeing my every move.
blinking and licking his eyeballs.
Intimidation is his torturer’s tool.
His warty compelling presence
in a dank corner of my office room
keeps my nose to the grind-stone
disfiguring my promising youth.
So, should I let the toad work
squat on my life?
Yes! This would ensure my time
wasn't spent in idleness and sloth instead.
Disgusting, fat slimy slugs
who will mate and multiply
in my head.
The Victorian work ethic is a very fine thing,
it enables me to live a worthy life.
It keeps me from mischief and high jinks
"The lady doth protest too much, methinks."
He sits in malevolent silence
overseeing my every move.
blinking and licking his eyeballs.
Intimidation is his torturer’s tool.
His warty compelling presence
in a dank corner of my office room
keeps my nose to the grind-stone
disfiguring my promising youth.
So, should I let the toad work
squat on my life?
Yes! This would ensure my time
wasn't spent in idleness and sloth instead.
Disgusting, fat slimy slugs
who will mate and multiply
in my head.
The Victorian work ethic is a very fine thing,
it enables me to live a worthy life.
It keeps me from mischief and high jinks
"The lady doth protest too much, methinks."