|I've Fucking Had It|
I kick the front door in and move through the house
like the forty-day flood.
Some shitty metal song is playing on the stereo
and I reach down and yank the cord from the wall.
I guess everyone's too fucked up to notice.
A couple of tweekers are playing meth pong by a flickering TV.
I grab the bag of crank, dump it into a fish tank
then ignore the frantic splashing and cries of bewilderment.
A filthy child sits with a Wii controller on his lap
wondering aloud why the game won't come on.
How long has he been asking that?
Adjusting my ski mask a little, I move into the kitchen.
A girl sitting in the sink is covered from head to toe in red paint,
trying to find a vein to empty the cure into.
I notice blood circling the drain - or is it paint?
I can't really tell and it doesn't really matter.
She looks at me with vacant eyes as I pick up her naked, red body
and lay her down in the bathtub.
When the water comes on she screams
like Willard being prepped for duty in Apocalypse Now.
The mix of meth smoke, the smell of urine and sweat
and her shrill wailing makes me to want to destroy something.
I return to the living room,
grab a bottle of vodka from some guy mid-swallow
and smash it against the wall.
He threatens to kick my ass so I grab him by the neck,
slam him against an entertainment center
and let him know that if he utters another word
I'll rip his fucking tongue out and shove it down his throat.
Suddenly he and his friends are harmless as kittens.
Finally I return to the child with the Wii controller,
put him on my shoulders and exit the house.
The woman staggers outside still partially covered in red paint,
wants to know where I'm taking her son.
"I'm taking him away from you.
You'll never see him again," I say.
"Thank you," she says.
I'm surprised she doesn't oppose me,
but then again caring for her son
always did cut into her drug expense
and she knows there's no stopping me.
I take off the ski mask,
look up into the face of the little guy riding on my shoulders
and he's smiling down at me.
"Hi daddy," he says.
"Where are we going?" he asks cheerfully.
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