And now for a poetic interlude

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.
-Philip Larkin

and in honor of a guy who got on the bus one stop before mine...
Sight Unseen
As I was waiting for the bus
A girl came up the street,
Detectable as double-plus
At seven hundred feet.

Her head was high, her step was free,
Her face a lyric blur;
Her waist was narrow, I could see,
But not the rest of her.

At fifty feet I watched her stop,
Bite at a glove, then veer
Aside into some pointless shop,
Never to reappear.

This happens every bloody day:
They about-turn, they duck
Into their car and drive away,
They hide behind a truck.

Look, if they knew me--understood,
There might be cause to run;
Or if they saw me, well and good,
And yet they don't, not one.

Love at first sight---by this we mean
A stellar entrant thrown
Clear on the psyche's radar-screen,
Recognized before known.

All right: things work the opposite
Way with the poles reversed;
It's galling, though, when girls omit
To switch the set on first.
-Kingsley Amis