why are we here
why are we there
I never asked to be anywhere
first we're born
then we die
we learn life on the fly
sometimes happy
sometimes mad
they make pills, if you're sad
some of us smoke
some of us drink
life *****, is what I think
is there there heaven
is there hell
on that subject, I don't dwell
what about god
what about not
title of this poem, I forgot