GARDE MINE

Kris De Meester.  De la société  Tu vois la médaille Faire chorale avec les tiens Jeu du moulin Onze ans Et sur ton front de la couvée Aucun baiser de ta mère Songe dans tes alarmes  Qu'un double se définit Onze ans Et nul regard de ton père Loin du reste écrasé On te regarde sortir de l'école chrétienne, musulmane, juive Prier ?  Tu balbuties à peine   

Mike Kelley This is 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 throats. Man hands on misery to man. It depends like a coastal shelf. Get out as early as you can, And don't have any kids yourself. (Philip Larkin)