Nine months you wait to get your chance
To shake the world with all your dreams
Be ready little feller with your lance
For the world is not all that it seems.
Your head is jerked from protective womb
Your butt is given a stinging slap
No thought you're headed for a cold tomb
Your wish is for a warm and tender lap.
Nourishment from a love swelled breast
You cry discomfort when you're wet
Your life is planned, nothing but the best
Will it stay on path when out you set.
Life is nothing more than mass production
A search for happiness your life to lend
A process of seduction after seduction
Built in failure will get you in the end. . . . .
Nobody Special
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