They f 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 th

They f 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 f'd 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, This Be The Verse