They fuck you up, your ex and DJ.
They probably mean to, and they do.
They ascribe you faults as they may
And add some extra, just for you.
But they were fucked up at law school
By farts in old-style wigs and gowns,
Who half the time were acting the fool
Hiding behind sanctimonious frowns
Reporter recommends misery to young.
S7 reports only confirm the worse.
Leave early, your song is sung,
Remember – teach your child this verse.
(Appreciation to Philip Larkin)