I AM NOT YOUR SON!!!

Cracks appear on the surface
Bottle glass slowly breaks
Vodka starts pouring out
Drowning the little germ

His small eyes pop
His bone skin crackles
Bottle crashes exoskeleton
Squishing him out

Remains drowned in booze
Like my good ol' daddy
He still walks
But bottle hangs

Damocles sword, under the bed
Cutting through his liver
All my hatred, all my fear
Expressed with strokes of ink

Still I'm wondering
Who was the germ
Was it me, was it him?
I made it so obvious.

Thank you for the ride
Now I know my lessons
I will never be like you
I am not your son!