Philip Larkin (1922 - 1985)
They may not mean it but they do.
They fill you with faults they had
And add some extra just for you.
But there 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 fast as you can,
And don't have any kids yourself.