Same soliloquy, new poet:
To Be The Verse
Philip Larkin
They fuck your mum, they kill your dad,
If what the ghost declared is true.
To be or not to be? Both bad,
So what's a boy like me to do?
To think about my uncle's deed
Sure makes my Danish blue blood boil!
If it were up to me, he'd bleed,
He'd shuffle off his mortal coil.
Yet maybe I should just give in
And stick my crown up on the shelf?
The deck is stacked. I cannot win.
I wonder, should I kill myself?
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