Though, Ain't that Right?
Poemata CXIV
Author’s note: these are not lyrics for the song!
Some were born with a silver spoon Laid on their tongue at night Fortune was smiling from the womb It seems so wrong, though ain't that right? Some aren't able to meet their needs But the world moves for them in spite Their worth to us resentment breeds It seems so wrong, though ain't that right? Men of skill and talent feature Large in our common sight But he alone's the useless eater It seems so wrong, though ain't that right? I can copy anything If reason is its light I'll be replaced, now don't it sting-- It seems so wrong, though ain't that right? What can't be copied, that has worth But it has no price So demand what you had missed at birth-- It seems so wrong, though ain't that right? Carbon copies, running down Into a smudge so slight "Why not smile? Why must you frown?" It seems so wrong, though ain't that right.