This Be The Verse                                          by Philip Larkin

                                              They fuck you up,your mum and dad.

                              They may not mean it, 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 anothers throats.

                           Man hands on misery to man,

                          It deepens like a caostal shelf

                         Get out as early as you can,

                        And dont have any kids yourself.