Countries at war
In scale of two people
Related but can no longer stand the other
Cold and distant
Ready to blow
For the slightest of slights
In absence of, or too pointed, a humor
And it starts at the dinner table
Tricky is the trigger
Like a button that needs to be pulled
The conversation loses sense
When there really was very little interest
Beyond the trip wires and the mines
Of past discussions that was never really got resolved
Sunk, heterogeneous
Tag this conversation as
Two horns locked
As the narrator says they’re observed being playful
Bleeding
Painful, but playful
In the end, well
For now, truce?
Not really sure
They were like camels exchanging straws
Kitten claws under soft paws
Hoping it will break the other’s back
Gnawing to avoid any other barb or tack
Foaming in the mouth
Until next
Tapping shoulders
Protect the neck
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