I was born without intention
About twenty years ago
My mother thought I was ugly
My father, Was never there
I had a happy childhood
Between the bottles of whiskey
And the precious valiums
Bought at a discount in pharmacies
I didn't have many friends
I moved too often
I grew up quietly
So as not to annoy my parents
My dad He was a proud man
He didn't want my mother to be strong
So that it worked in his own way
He got through it door
I dreamed more than once of being strong
To be as big as a house
To lift it with one arm
Breaking it in two at the living room table
My mother lived that quietly
Pretending to love him
Anguished while knowing
That he was going to come back for her sin
She closed her eyes gently
While she took her by the hair
He made her kneel in front of the couch
To satisfy her vicious instincts
Wednesday evening after hockey
I'm going to wait for my father at old Dugas's house
When I get there, take Laurier Lane
Go and arrange for me that it doesn't come out.