Fuck....
Fuck....
What a lousy piece of shit... Why I say ... I just say Why....
... and that was what was in my mind when I originally asked... somehow it didn't get included in my rushing to answer and get back to work... and, no, I'm not making that upwe were discussing Bukowski, weren't we? It could one of his poems...

~ Lizzy
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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.
April ? 1971. Philip Larkin. (1922 - 1985)
I sometimes wish my parents hadn't had any kids.............
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.
April ? 1971. Philip Larkin. (1922 - 1985)
I sometimes wish my parents hadn't had any kids.............
"Bipolar is a roller-coaster ride without a seat belt. One day you're flying with the fireworks; for the next month you're being scraped off the trolley" I said that.