The next poem that falls to be reinterpreted is Philip Larkin’s This Be The Verse Which has one of the more famous – maybe infamous – first lines in modern poetry…
I really don’t agree with the miserablist, as will be apparent form this rewrite…
They fuck you up your mum and dad
So said that old contrarian
But Larkin’s error is just so sad
The poor deluded librarian.
It’s glib and cheap to blame your folks
For all the crap that life throws out;
To say ‘It’s not my fault’ is jokes
However much you scream and shout.
And if you feel that out you’ve lucked
With the only life you’ll ever live
Because, perchance, they’ve up you fucked
Isn’t it about time to them forgive?