Is Family An F-word?

Watching movies feels like a waste of space,

Watching porn is a slow death dressed as grace.

Talking to people is such a drag,

Listen to those bastards fucking nag.

When am I?

Chewing on an apple from Eden

How am I?

Just like a beggar in Sweden.

It makes no sense,

Everybody’s life that is

Light a stick of incense,

Hear a smoker’s lung wheeze.

Are you living in the real world?

Do you think it’s true?

A sack of shit readily unfurled

People dressed in red, white and blue.

Her appetite says, “No more”

Until the moment she utters, “Nevermore.”

Her heart beats lessen day by day,

Mother-san gets through the pain anyway.

Bathed and mired in dust from head to toe,

Father-san coughs a bit of yellow.

He walked strong and tall long ago,

Now he just takes it nice and slow.

I drink a little bit now and then,

I fantasize about random women.

And when I run out of the house,

I tear apart my soul’s blouse.

Grandpa-san takes the sniff from his trusted bottle,

Rusty, bony and tired as dying cattle

Grandma-san screams at me all the time,

I forget my real emotions acting like a mime.

Ding-dong, boom-wham,

It s all just a bloody shame

This family of mine is,

Wrought with dis-ease

But somehow gotta get through it all,

Be a rotten picture on someone’s goddamned wall.