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Dear Cam:
I just tried to convince my daughter Zoe, who is fifteen, to memorize this poem by Philip Larkin which goes mainly like this (I screw some ups from memory.)
Your mum and dad will fuck you up.
They may not mean to but they do.
They'll fill you with the faults they had
and add some extra just for just for you.
But they were fucked up in their turn
by fools in old style hat and coats
who half the time were soppy-stern
and half at one another's throats.
Man hands misery on to man.
It deepens like a coastal shelf.
Get out as early as you can
and don't have any kids…
Dear Cam:
I just tried to convince my daughter Zoe, who is fifteen, to memorize this poem by Philip Larkin which goes mainly like this (I screw some ups from memory.)
Your mum and dad will fuck you up.
They may not mean to but they do.
They'll fill you with the faults they had
and add some extra just for just for you.
But they were fucked up in their turn
by fools in old style hat and coats
who half the time were soppy-stern
and half at one another's throats.
Man hands misery on to man.
It deepens like a coastal shelf.
Get out as early as you can
and don't have any kids…