An Ode to Larkin…and Slugs
When I wake up in the morning,
I often find that slugs have slithered on my shoes overnight.
I always leave them in the porch at the end of the day
To the slugs’ constant delight.
But they serve a simple purpose;
They set me up for the day ahead,
Where other slimy fuckers
Chose to slither on life instead.
They’re a lot like work, the slugs –
Fat and slow and ugly.
And they take the time each day
To make me really fucking angry.
I should respect them really;
They spend their life doing what they do best.
Once a week I enjoy my life
And work the fucking rest.