Found this in a book in the english room. i like it.
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.
Hey Sands...
you know what I want for my birthday.
i want Jacob where i can get at him. and i want to be able to take my time.
maybe i'll even where my present from last year.