I was born to the ghost of a mother
And a father, a corpse,
So I suppose that makes me a maggot.
I’m bundled by death
A collection of Styx
So I suppose that makes me a faggot.
Under pressure like a diamond
But not nearly as special,
Guess I’m closer to being a piece of agate.
But I’m tough as a mule
Or as some would say “an ass”
So I’m expected to be able to drag it.