They fuck you up, your mum and dad. But they were fucked up in their turn Man hands on misery to man.
They may not mean to, but they do.
They fill you with the faults they had
And add some extra, just for you.
By fools in old-style hats and coats,
Who half the time were soppy-stern
And half at one another’s throats.
It deepens like a coastal shelf.
Get out as early as you can,
And don’t have any kids yourself.
—
Phillip Larkin, This Be the Verse
(via revolutionaction)(Source: seitanpancake, via basicmarxism)
