They’re fucking you over, your Mum and Dad.
They won’t admit it, but they are.
They’re not leaving you the world they’ve had.
At least that’s how it’s been so far.
That they were fucked over in their turn
Doesn’t make it right.
It is for each of us to learn;
As it is to fight.
Pretend parents will take offence, no doubt,
At words this harsh and strong.
Well pull your bloody finger out
And prove Mr Larkin wrong.
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