Shut up! You are a rebel ,a riddle, a thorn, a fanfare without a brass
I don't want you hear, demolisher of life, the cries of our babies, in the autumn of our relationship.
Disguiser, speculator, worm in rotten apple, rodent of ideas and wedding rings, shut up!
Our baby is fast asleep and may a giant bubble invisibly protect him from soothsayers.
You cannot gamble the gender, age and number, the nationality and the search for god
May she be what she will be and haul her over the stars
Shut up! You broke the fence, run away with the enemy and the fox broke through
It could have assaulted the baby and bite her
Where is your heart nobody knows and the lullaby says ' Open the venter there is a rodent…'
Gnawing at fatherhood, empathy, resentment , decorum, the things you hide online,
falsehood, quick sale of fidelity, why did I marry you…
Shut up! Even Jesus seems skinny on the cross
Striking a pose, keeping up appearance comes across as a male thing
But love in partners is a recoil of love in daughter
Reflection of our parents' final tears
Do the right thing, shut up
May she be what she will be.