Fear your peers

I was born on an eve of semantic similarity;
we all came out of the womb poets.
But it seems that some of us lost our
voices along the way.

A girl named Jillian was born in the room next to me;
that's a lie, but so is her poetry,
it was three rooms down,
and now she writes love poems to
a man she'll never meet.

A boy named Silas was born five hours before me in the same room,
I never met him because he's now in rehab
for a drug he didn't do.

I feel like everybody knows that March 1st was a shitty day to be born on,
but I do get to share it with Javier Bardem and Chopin, so
it can't be all that bad, right?
I mean, birth rights are virtually obsolete,
and if i have to compete with my peers,
without a status symbol,
holy shit it's going to be hard.