I was born exiled from the past,
To a weightless family name
And with no ties to bind,
I wonder from whence I came
Why reproduce, I ask
Why leave a child to the task?
As if they had a plan in mind,
For I certainly was not
It’s as if they cared naught beyond the means,
Leaving their progeny so far downstream
For all I know, they managed only to reproduce –
For what else did they do?
This – I could not tell you
And if life is but a game,
Who writes the rules?
Did they think i’d find the answers in churches and schools?
For classrooms are pews for little wretches too,
Do they not pray for acceptance, whether Catholic or Jew?
How institutions thrive on the promise of redemption overdue
Only in churches, no tution is due –
But to pass the pearly gates, a price is asked of you
Sign over this life, and you shall be saved
After all, you were born in sin from your first day,
So do as the men with the white beards say
And if not, hell will make this life seem like child’s play
Is this the fucking game I am expected to play?
The classical gods,
They are right royal pricks
Playing with us these cruel callous tricks
Giving me one, as if I was not bred by those who too had dicks
The jig is up
The ship is going down
And I, like them, am but a faceless name in a town
But unlike those before me,
I shall not leave the nameless to drown