The Big Bottle

So our parents were idiots

my genius father, my insightful mother

f**k faced fools each and every one of them

once I had a vision

                         a f*****g joke

turned into mayhem

           bedlam

         then it burns atop everyone one of us

then a pale man asks

something we will not understand

                I just remember

          when you said

"they were just crazy people"

"born of something passing:

So, our parents were idiots

broken

confused

                       tired

        the never used

to being refused

Royalty

          We choose our own

So,

can I ask

what is left?

How close am I to dying?

               how close am I to death?

it gets so quiet

                         like nothing's left

Like my royalty is dead