Well, you see, I didn't choose to be born,
even though, you know, nobody else did,
leave it to our parents to decide fate,
life and death is easy like that, to scorn
your parents, well, they chose life, so you live,
of course, I never got to make a bid,
unless I did, I wouldn't know, too late,
see, to know if I chose this life or not,
eventually, biology must give
everyone a certain level of drive.
I can't imagine we chose our parents,
decent people don't think why they're alive,
if they question anything it's presents
delivered to the reception, they caught
nose in hand to show displeasure, it stinks
to imagine how ungrateful we are,
casualties of society, disgust
harbors the ships we sail with all our kinks,
only we don't complain if we made it,
only when we wish on a shooting star,
silently hoping for our dreams done bust,
eclipsed by the dust and rust of iron,
try again, they say, though it stinks of shit,
of lives lost to neglect and hopelessness,
burdened by fate, by birth, the weight of smoke
escapes meaning when all is emptiness,
birth and death happen until we all choke
on the fumes, carbon monoxide, I burn
responsible exhaust in our garage,
nobody notices love's sabotage...
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