Your mum and dad or so the poem goes

I am told that a chap named Pa Larkin

Or somebody with a similar name wrote it

In some ways I agree with this poem

As my father soon fucked off

After attacking and infecting my junkie mum


I am halfway through a three year stay

Dealing and a bit of rough and tumble thrown in


My wife is waiting for me or so she often says

She wants children but I am not that keen

As they fuck you up your mum and dad


At present I am teaching some other lags

To read and write as I really want to leave


I have scribbled part of Sonnet 18 on the wall of my cell

The other laugh and think I am queer in the head

I would not say that I fully understand these lines

But at least they bring me a comfort not easily found


Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May

So long as men can breathe or eyes can see
So long lives this and this gives life to thee



Dave