Family
They fuck you up, your family.
Plots behind the scenes, secret go betweens.
They eat you up and spit you out, leaving you in confusion and doubt.
This can go on for years and years, believe me it always ends in tears.
When one who is old, is soon to depart, the others begin to throw their poisonous darts.
You are the board they fling them at.
Why is it so hard to move, because with them you have aligned your groove.
You feel you can't escape, this is one costly mistake.
Remove yourself, for just a while, you will soon return to smiles.
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This noem was inspired by Philip Larkin's This Be The Verse, and my family.
This Be The Verse
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.
What a fantastic poem. Can anyone come up with a positive last line that still fits with his rhyming. I've been wracking my brains to no avail.