This Be The Verse
By Philip LarkinThey 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.disavow
You didn’t even agreed to come, much less the rules
Apparently I’m the result of a ripped condom and I’ve already made it known that I wished they’d have aborted. They divorced within a year of my birth, neither had any business being a parent. I still care about them enough that I don’t want them to suffer at all so I’m just waiting until they pass so I can do the job myself.
you waiting for them to die to get a kid or to kill yourself too?
Waiting for them to die so I can die without hurting anyone.
Can’t selflessly have a baby and consent is impossible.
