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Here's a slightly more controversial one...



This be the verse by Philip Larkin

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






What does this poem do for you?
Do you empathise with its tone?
Does it remind you of anything or affect you emotionally?
Do you like the way it sounds?
Finally, and most importantly, do you like it?

Discuss.


Mr Mephisto