A recent conversation with kleinbl00 here about abusive parenting brought this poem to mind. Queen Elizabeth II offered, the author, Philip Larkin, the position of poet laureate in 1984, but he turned it down.

This Be The Verse

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.


    And don't have any kids yourself.

A large part of me considers this frequently.

posted by lil: 2115 days ago