The world is a beautiful place to be born into if you don't mind some people dying all the time or maybe only starving some of the time which isn't half bad if it isn't you
Oh the world is a beautiful place to be born into if you don't much mind a few dead minds in the higher places or a bomb or two now and then in your upturned faces or such other improprieties as our Name Brand society is prey to with its men of distinction and its men of extinction and its priests and other patrolmen
and its various segregations and congressional investigations and other constipations that our fool flesh is heir to
Yes the world is the best place of all for a lot of such things as making the fun scene and making the love scene and making the sad scene and singing low songs and having inspirations and walking around looking at everything and smelling flowers and goosing statues and even thinking and kissing people and making babies and wearing pants and waving hats and dancing and going swimming in rivers on picnics in the middle of the summer and just generally
'living it up'
Yes
but then right in the middle of it comes the smiling
mortician
Lawrence Ferlinghetti
The beauty of the world presented in a highly sarcastic tone as the outcome of both misery and bliss is the subject of Ferlinghtetti`s poem. A world of contrasts where death and life shake hands and where the reality of human condition and social problems is constantly raised. Society and its values as well as the absurdities of human expectations are mocked and criticized in a sarcastic manner.
The poem could be seen as a piece of criticism against modern society or as a mode of living, offering in the case