Philip Larkin

This be the verse


A vitriolic poem on family conformism and the perpetuation of idiocies and stereotypes within the family, with the best of all intentions.


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 anothers' 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.



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