The best things in life are free

You are born on Friday the 13th
Does it make you less of a human?
More of a monster
Castigated for time to come

You score a 01 out of a 10
Are you then fit to be deemed a failure?
A punching bag for life
A somebody, bordering on being a nobody

You wake up to the sound of a billion diamonds
Does that make you any different?
You're still going to die
And the diamonds will buy happiness nor life

You've taken a hundred lives
Does it take away your right to live?
Or give me the right to bay for your blood
Sometimes I forget- I'm human; I can take a thousand lives as easy as you've taken a hundred.

You can barely afford a loaf of bread
Does that make you unfortunate, sir?
The best things in life are free-
The invisible air, pristine water, ticking time and coveted death.

You set goals you could never achieve
Does it warrant manic depression?
I know of a king who built his heaven on earth
And died a whisker before stepping into it.