Kicking, screaming, bawling,
Slippery into view,
Came forth all humanity,
Which includes me and you.
Getting up at daft o’clock,
To try and make a living,
Occupies the most of us,
Giving-taking-giving…
As the sinews tire
And the sun goes round too fast,
You wonder where you finished,
First? Second? ? Middle? ? ? Last!
Chiselled on your tombstone
Are the dates you paid in cash,
Your entire contribution
Represented by The Dash!
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