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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.
by milkshakes 4y ago
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.
- deleted 4y ago[deleted]
- Tao3300 4y agoNever heard of him. Is he usually this funny?
- Jun8 4y agoSure, you usually see this poem in your LIT101 class or samesuch, agree with a snicker and move on. The terrifying clarity of these three stanzas are only grasped when you have children of your own.
- Tao3300 4y agoI have four and I don't grasp the terror. He is kidding, right?