I usually don't like to drop the f-bomb (I think "frak" from Battlestar Galactica works just as well, and sounds way cooler) but this poem was just too good to pass up.
Philip Larkin - 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.
Oooh, the common sssenssse. It grabbs usss by the throat, precioussss.
this would have really nice 4 me had it not ended in such a forlorn tone
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