Birth no doubt is quite traumatic
Hence death might tempt as quite romantic
None of which requires the interval
To consist of unremitting sulk

Mamas generally and papas too
Are solicitously disposed
Toward their frequently unattractive little burden
Who is oftener after all more quiet than not

Which is not to deny that
They fuck you up your mum and dad
But this process typically commences only after
The child advances in discourse sufficiently to complain

We place far too much stock in sequence
And the belief Before born babe bliss had
Does not put rapture out of reach thereafter
Witness these pages so-styled a blissful project

And in modern times every generation sees
The best minds destroyed by madness
The best minds virtually defined by
A perceptiveness to lunacy’s ubiquity

So howl your brains out ephebe
Wake the alley cats with your cri de coeur
Wave your placard and chant your chant
But eat right exercise and get a good night’s sleep