Humanity is a paradox
Of unequivocal proportions
I am an old T.V. set
With broken rabbit ears
Fucked up static distortion
My mother told me once
She contemplated an abortion
But I’m glad she didn’t
Because days like today
Although I’m thoroughly beaten
Battered and broken
I’m glad to be living
I would have supported
Her right to make sure I didn’t exist
Either way.