“Otto... Otto... Otto...” "Otto... Otto... Otto..." "Stnerap rouy llik..." "Stnerap rouy llik..." Mouths full of mold and Marlboro rot Mom’s got a needle, dad’s got a knot Fridge full of liquor, fists full of spit Every night ends in screams—or a slit Then came the voice... with the smile that didn’t fit He wore a paper crown and called himself king Spoke like cartoons—til he did awful things Otto danced in gasoline, Sang “let’s make the demons clean” …with a match, and gasoline again. I said it wasn’t me! He made the mess! He made the flame! He whispered secrets—he said my name... Otto! PERKELE!! What’s that mean? Why’s it cold when you breathe? Why’s it warm where you bleed? I woke up with pill-dust on my palms Otto said: “Today, we make... calm” Sift the stash, crush the stash, Grind the glass, pour it fast Vodka + venom = freedom at last “Stnerap rouy k i l l...” Wait. “Kill... your... parents.” I thought he was pretend. But pretend don't whisper in your head at 3AM. “Kill…kill…kill…” He did it, I swear! (I swear, I swear!) The bottle broke, and Mom just stared Dad just shook... and gasped for air Otto!! PERKELE!! He said: “Now we’re fair.” "I did what he said..." "And then I smiled."
