This be the verse
They fuck you up, your mom 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-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.
-Philip Larkin
They fuck you up, your mom 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-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.
-Philip Larkin
This be my verse
"They fuck you up, your mum & dad."
Some say that’s too harsh, but it’s true.
They nag and moan more than a tad,
And don’t allow you to be you.
Like, what is life if not for pleasure??
Instead, they’ve chores and school demands
That stifle joy by any measure.
--Because "they love me", fun is banned.
"For my future" its marks I need.
But school is such a waste of time.
The shit in all the books I read
Is out of touch, not worth a dime.
Pluperfect tense of chemistry…
Quadratic roots of Iliad…
They say they want the best for me?!?
They fuck you up, your mum and dad.
-Edward Bagares
