I've been thinking a lot of Philip Larkin's 'This Be The Verse', especially when it comes to my boss, and since Saturday.
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.
Read it when I was 12, and it'd stuck with me through the years. Can't be more true.
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