*Reminds you of your mortality*

[Anonymous No.23387022]

[Anonymous No.23387137]

He'll fuck you up, that trolling anon.
So post on 4chan, if you dare.
He'll bait for (You)s, so give him none,
Let other anons meet his snare.

For he was baited in his turn
By oldfags who're now Norwood 4,
Banned by oldtroons doomed to earn
Less than a ugly roastie whore.

Anon hands on misery to Anon.
It isn't smart or fine or clever.
Get out as early as you can,
Or you'll never forget you're here forever.

[Anonymous No.23387144]

>>23387137
You're pretty good.

[Anonymous No.23387373]

It's odd that the people most concerned with mortality are those who don't much enjoy life in the first place.

[Anonymous No.23387376]

>>23387373
Who are you referencing? 8ts the 9ther way around

[Anonymous No.23387381]

>>23387022
Based Philip Larkin poster
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bCM6PZR38y0&ab_channel=MoonTV

[Anonymous No.23387394]

>>23387022
mortality isn't real.

[Anonymous No.23387771]

>>23387394
No it's not
Sauce : your mother

[Anonymous No.23387790]

>>23387373
The vast majority of people don't much enjoy life?

[Anonymous No.23388126]

>>23387376
I'm referencing the famously bitter and miserable Philip Larkin, of course.

>>23387790
I said 'the people most concerned with mortality', which by definition is not the same as the vast majority of people.

[Anonymous No.23388491]

>>23387137

[Anonymous No.23388500]

>>23387790
The vast majority of people are in complete denial of their mortality. They suppress the very thought.

[Anonymous No.23388545]

>>23387373
It's a conundrum, the awareness of your mortality can spurn you to action and encourage mindfulness in planning out your life, at the same time it seems to mock all your efforts

[Anonymous No.23388573]

>>23388545
Death is the only truth.

[Anonymous No.23388625]

>>23388573

[Anonymous No.23388661]

>>23388625
Edgy teenagers are closer to the truth. When people get older, they fear death more and regress to childhood delusions.

[Anonymous No.23388874]

Why should I let the toad work
Squat on my life?
Can't I use my wit as a pitchfork
And drive the brute off?

Six days of the week it soils
With its sickening poison -
Just for paying a few bills!
That's out of proportion.

Lots of folk live on their wits:
Lecturers, lispers,
Losels, loblolly-men, louts-
They don't end as paupers;

Lots of folk live up lanes
With fires in a bucket,
Eat windfalls and tinned sardines-
they seem to like it.

Their nippers have got bare feet,
Their unspeakable wives
Are skinny as whippets - and yet
No one actually starves.

Ah, were I courageous enough
To shout Stuff your pension!
But I know, all too well, that's the stuff
That dreams are made on:

For something sufficiently toad-like
Squats in me, too;
Its hunkers are heavy as hard luck,
And cold as snow,

And will never allow me to blarney
My way of getting
The fame and the girl and the money
All at one sitting.

I don't say, one bodies the other
One's spiritual truth;
But I do say it's hard to lose either,
When you have both.

[Anonymous No.23389492]

The mower stalled, twice; kneeling, I found
A hedgehog jammed up against the blades,
Killed. It had been in the long grass.

I had seen it before, and even fed it, once.
Now I had mauled its unobtrusive world
Unmendably. Burial was no help:

Next morning I got up and it did not.
The first day after a death, the new absence
Is always the same; we should be careful

Of each other, we should be kind
While there is still time.

[Anonymous No.23390909]

Bump for the only good modern poet