Strong Brother, Weak Brother - Extra life

Strong brother, weak brother

One crass and cold and the other too good for this world

One married a shiksa, lightened his blood

The other kept a secret lover, wife of his only friend

He never leaves the house, rehearsing his life’s tale

Too good for this world with no taste for his elegant bitterness

Too refined, unpicked, dead on the vine

My son, there will come another pogrom

And only the crass and cold will survive

Strong sister, weak sister

I keep you my secret lover

More jewish than therapy

When boasted to me of having eaten your unborn twin

I swore I’d never touch you again

But I won’t stop now, it’s too easy

You never leave your mother’s house

So I know where to find you

All day at your adoptive mother’s house

So I know where to find you

A worm beneath a certain rock I turn

Smoking weed in your sweatpants

You don’t work, you don’t work, you don’t work

Tender scars where they cut you

When you told me that your cyst had fingernails and hair

I swore I’d never touch you again

But I won’t stop now, now more than ever

The body where I take my weekly pleasure

Is haunted from inside by the girl you swallowed

I dig in you to touch that weaker sister