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
Parents don’t realize how cruel they are in bringing a child into a broken world. 
 Note: The caesura in these two opening lines lend  the poem a simplicity that borders on innocence. Larkin is passing comment on capital L Life, but does so with an honest, open flatness. 
 The repetition of ‘They’ also helps to achieve this nursery-rhyme clarity.
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