some kind of king

I know I’m a fuck up    
just like I know you are too    
   
and this is how;      
   
we get born    
as close to human as we’ll ever be    
covered in mucus and perfection    
then into the arms of the broken people    
who’ll do us wrong    
by spilling their un-rose-coloured lives into us    
while we are too young to know    
that mommy and daddy and uncle    
don’t have a fucking clue    
and worse    
that they love us most    
when we fail    
so they can say something along the lines of    
“chip off the old block”    
or some other kiss of death    
   
 
 
I walked into the corner shop today
thinking like that    
to see the old guy behind the counter    
head down    
mulling    
     
he looked up    
saw me    
said “what can I do for you my friend?”    
but I couldn’t stomach even the idea of a lie    
said “there’s no hope for me mate    
save yourself    
if you can”    
and walked back out into the sun    
stopped on the footpath    
mind empty as a Christian’s heaven    
   
yeah everyone’s a fuck-up    
and right now    
I must be some kind    
of king