I am the Wicked Son.
I know enough to ask but the answer means nothing to me.
If I were there I would not have been redeemed.
I would be packing mud-bricks with my bare hands for fucking ever.
Waving goodbye to the rest as they walked into the desert.
Write when you get to Jerusalem, guys. I’ll be here, even if it takes you 40 years.
No manna for me!
On the other hand, no matzoh. It’s a trade-off.
But at least I would know
I was not redeemed
With the life of a first-born child.