They fuck you up, your daughter and son. They may not mean to, but they do. They remind you of faults you never had And add some extra, just for you. For sure they will fuck up when it's their turn To fools who expect them to dote, Who half the time will be snotty-nosed 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.
- Ammani with due apologies to Philip Larkin who knew a
thing or two about kids
