Morning, noon & bloody night, Seven sodding days a week, I slave at filthy WORK, that might Be done by any book-drunk freak. This goes on until I kick the bucket. F U C K IT FUCK IT FUCK IT FUCK IT

Philip Larkin
Morning, noon & bloody night, Seven sodding days a week,...
Morning, noon & bloody night, Seven sodding days a week,...
Morning, noon & bloody night, Seven sodding days a week,...
Morning, noon & bloody night, Seven sodding days a week,...
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This is a very common rant that people use to express their dissatisfaction with their jobs and their work. The phrase, "this goes on until I kick the bucket," is used to emphasize that this is a continual struggle and before we know it we will be dead. The person writing this does not think that they will be around much longer and the rest of the world has no idea but will wait for them to die before continuing with their lives.

Source: Philip Larkin: Letters To Monica

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