My son at twenty five years, me I am fifty five,
And we're looking for both, any job.
My country, selfish, leaves us in the lurch. For some
grow, we need more toast!
I do not know why we're in luck,
Game over, try again.
He studied, an engineering school.
But the past two years, he squats home
Cumulant CSD and work opportunities.
He finally think that school is a sham! By depressing
and he wanders behind his quickdraw,
Game over, try again.
me, that's another story. I worked thirty-six years
In the same company, climbing the ladder,
Ending framing, when pension funds
A taken over our school.
They had nothing to do with human values,
Game over, try again.
was a good deal, and a refrain known:
We take the expertise and restructuring,
Relocation of the entire production,
And voila, with a gain!
Those dismissed could be counted in tens,
Game over, try again.
It's so easy in this society,
Where money is an end and not an instrument,
When greed creates disturbances,
That the state is complicit and finds his interest!
Because liberalism is a real gangrene,
Game over, try again.
All this to say, Mr. President,
What if people get off and walk the streets shouting
In their bitterness, sometimes raw,
This is not to play or to pass the time!
This is not a story of nefarious taradiddles,
Game over, try again.
Beyond pension, your whole work, always
Favoring the wealthy, your parents,
Typing each time, the little people,
a private citizen, and we condemn. After the laughter
yellow, now hate
Game over, try again. September
ten French wish your departure
Noting that since the last election,
Our country is sinking into recession
Who transforms life into a dark nightmare.
Frankly, this is too much, the cut is more than full,
Game over, try again.
Oh, how I would like, Mr. President, Let your spirit
, one day end up lighting,
Whether you touched him, finally the truth Whether you
resigning and leaving the field!
We sing then this funny old song:
Game over, try again!
October 2010
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