Pamela

Your dad was seventeen

& dumb as a drum machine

A star & a goat

On a chain at his throat

Sold acid & mescaline

But even when he was clean

He still had the smell of weed in his coat

You were named after a fake I.D

Smaller than you should be

With eyes just as black as the sea

Your mom was sixteen

& sweeter than saccharine

Always said her prayers

Unless he was there

She worked at Dairy Queen

& no matter how she cleaned

She still had the smell of death in her hair

You were born into a world of sin

You are the devil’s kin

The sign of the beast on your skin

You have come to fulfill a prophecy

To level humanity

& burn everything that you see