Philosophy

Just like the act that leads to the event,

Every birth is an Accident.

Some have six pack abs and rock hard pecs,

Others have gone years without a hint of sex.

Some guys have boobs and some chicks a mustache,

Others sell their good looks for cold hard cash.

You might be cursed with inadequate girth,

Obviously you’re a Victim of the Accident of Birth.

Some go on diets so they can look thinner,

Others can’t afford breakfast, lunch or dinner.

Some wear tiny bikinis, almost bare,

Others roam naked coz they have nothing to wear.

You may be an individual of high net worth,

Even you are a Victim of the Accident of Birth.

Some visit salons to add colour to their faces,

Others with too much of it get kicked in all places.

Some are welcomed in every country with a peck,

Others have to go through a “random” security check.

You may have been racially assaulted in Perth,

Because you’re a Victim of the Accident of Birth.

Some may sell insurance, deal drugs, play the drums,

Or be born to businessmen, into royalty or in slums.

You may be tall or short, you may be fat or slim,

You may be a Jew, Christian, a Hindu or a Muslim.

Every single person on the face of the earth,

Is a fucking Victim of the Accident of Birth.

Some go surfing in the bright summer sun,

Others wake every morning to the sound of guns.

Some think that donating blood is odd,

While others lay their lives in the name of God.

I wish I could use the word “mirth”… Read More, But we’re all Victims of the Accident of Birth.