(after Philip Larkins - This Be The Verse) <br /> <br />They stuff you up, your friends and foes <br />They say “don’t mean to”, but they do. <br />They tell you lies with cries and woes <br />And say they wish that they were you. <br /> <br />But they too were stuffed up by their peers <br />By moans and groans and violent rant, <br />Who drowned them in their sullen tears <br />And words they borrowed straight from Kant. <br /> <br />Friend hands on dolority to friend <br />Like rubbish heaped upon a wall. <br />So to yourself you should attend <br />And have no bloody friends at all.<br /><br />Prionsías Ó Canáin<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/this-be-my-verse/
