Primus

When i was born, the doc he held me by my ankles
Smacked my red behind.
They hosed me down, wrapped me like a bean burrito
Then marked the date and time.
Hats off, to the ones that string the beads together
And keep the ducks in line.
Hats off to all the ones that stood before me
And taught a fool to rhyme.
At thirteen, i made myself a motion picture
Out of lumps of clay.