I finally felt at home in a womb
  safe against a hostile world. I had
  a radio and listened to Boston's
  Classical station I read The People's
  Almanac and smoked Parliaments and
  drank 15 beers and faced ugly truths.
  I dreamed I was an evil Communist.
  I watched rich toast and poor starve
  under the same stars our same sky
  we're all born, live and we all die.