Stockholm Syndrome

Who am I, you or me?
Who threatens to throttle me?
Who shoots me below the neck?
Who is killing, you or me?
Who will be killing you?
With a blade below the throat
I am saying, you are saying,
we're the best of friends.
You or I is whooing me, 
I or you embracing, she
is a fat old hag.
I embrace her nonetheless,
he -
embraces me.
Knowing well, I play along
kissing where puking
wouldn't be wrong
fearing 
that old 'love' song.

2007-02-26