Let’s not get too hot and bothered by sixteen lines of copypasta doggerel. As far as nuance goes, the entire point of the poem is to serve as “baby’s first nuance.” Its intended audience is indeed 14-year-olds (and others who share their solipsism) who think they are deep, and who resent their parents – as if those parents didn’t try, as if those parents weren’t ever children themselves. And Larkin, misanthropic shit that he was, mischievously suggests that perhaps those people should not have children themselves.

Anyway, it seemed appropriate to post in response to a shitpost about someone who is angry at being born without their consent.