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.
Philip Larkin
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.
Philip Larkin
posted by suzyqpatch at
12:48 PM
2 Comments:
i found you. oh god, now i sound like a stalker. but what's a good blog without a stalker to go with it?
hey i'm here too. it's dark, cold and kind of lonely. how aboot writing something flowery and upbeat. there must be something positive going on in your life. i heard your husband is pretty great.
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