Seatbelts are the bond of life
Uncomfortable as much as they might be
Harken many sweet angelic fife
They have no need for mortal safety
Take a moment to buckle up first
When you take up giving a lift
Then deny riding in unbuckled hearse
Tossed from a vehicle, or launched from a cliff
Their impact in full force the same
The cold stone still bears the name
No reason for the rationale that teeters
The maximum effect of which is zero meters