When I was Born

When I was born, I got a name.
Sometimes some relatives came
and brought me „little gift for a little boy“:
a teddy bear, a car, or some other toy.
Of course my brother cried
and tried to take these things from me –
so he became my enemy.
I grew up, but still I was young.
Beauty was everything – the taste of my tongue!
In academic terms I worked for a title,
Sundays and somedays I worshipped an idol.
I never thought about death – my god!
‘Cause drugs’re as helpful as is drinking a lot.
And what will happen then, should I die?
I’m just dissolving my good old – I.

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