A cheerful LITTLE ditty

Some of us were born dead
Grateful possibly, for the legs
and a head, but kinda
Killed off at birth, you know?
Squeezed like bread dough

Baked into 
Bodies
On earth
To cook  
Slow 

Kinda missing something
A something quite great, and
A life can be mourned 
As a breath it intakes

And some of us...
Make no apologies
As we tread
Our own eulogies, or...

For our dark morbid selves
and the pits we inhabit
Refusing to play in the fake
light of day, because 
 
Some of us know
Its not earth where we grow
Earth is too small to have
much use at all, and
There are memories that
haunt, buried deep down inside
Of a space clear of ego or
boundary and time, so

Some of us are pissed when
We wake up
Alive
Spend whole lifetimes
Yearning
To fall back up
High

To the true love of other
To Nirvana and home
And so smiles we'll not give
Whilst this small globe we
​​​​​​roam
Because some of us... 
Were 
Born
Dead

M P 25/3/21
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