There goes the

first jab

Just a glancing blow

A comment on a comment

A latent stew

Pressure cooker in the living room

Blowing up the pieces

You want to talk your way out of it

I am the little escapist

Always looking for an exit

Will you be my

fighter, will you be my

fighter?

until the end

And let’s bring on the history

The father’s traits

The mother’s speech

Turning on the last switch

Who owns this stranger's voice?

Who has the agency?

You started it was not me

Not me

Not me

Not me

Will you be my

fighter, will you be my

fighter?

until the end

Will you be my

fighter, will you be my

fighter?

Will you stay with me

even though I’m sometimes someone who wants to leave