They fuck you up, your mom and dad

[LaraMN]

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-stylen 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.

:rofl:
I never knew whether Philip Larkin actually intended for this to provoke a laugh, perhaps he did, but the way I choose to read it, I find it rather amusing.

[Cygnusx2112]

1. Ha...GREAT Poem...

And took the "don't have any kids yourself" line to heart.

[LaraMN]

2. Yeah, I failed to heed that advice, several times over.

Though it worked out alright, for me.


Mostly.

[Cygnusx2112]

3. LOL!!

I think he's asking for a cigar.

[LaraMN]

4. He thinks it's a can of pop.

He won't leave it alone. I rue the day he figured out how to open the fridge.