This Be The Verse by Philip Larkin
They fuck you up, your mum and dad.
They may not mean to, but they do.
They fill you with the faults they had
And add some extra just for you.
But they were fucked up in their turn
By fools in old-style hats and coats,
Who half the time were soppy-stern
And half at one another's throats.
Man hands on misery to man.
It deepens like a coastal shelf.
Get out as early as you can,
And don't have any kids yourself.
The box for "music" is too small to fit the entire title of the song I'm listening to :(
It's called "If I Find Another One of Your Bobby Pins in My Bed, I Am Coming By to Shove Them Up Your Ass"
They may not mean to, but they do.
They fill you with the faults they had
And add some extra just for you.
But they were fucked up in their turn
By fools in old-style hats and coats,
Who half the time were soppy-stern
And half at one another's throats.
Man hands on misery to man.
It deepens like a coastal shelf.
Get out as early as you can,
And don't have any kids yourself.
The box for "music" is too small to fit the entire title of the song I'm listening to :(
It's called "If I Find Another One of Your Bobby Pins in My Bed, I Am Coming By to Shove Them Up Your Ass"