A Fat Reichian Wife Screeching Over Potatoes

The Judge Said I Was A Menace To Society Because I Had Put Crime On A Scientific Basis.

My Father Took Me Back Home, Back To Greenwich Village, And He Thought By Taking Me Out Of The Orphanage He'd Be Out Of The World War Too. But No Way - They Got Him Anyway. He Went In The Navy And Then I Lived On The Streets.

The Lucky Thing Was That I Was Italian; When The Other Italians Saw Me Fight Back, They Came To My Defence.

Ah, If I Were Dictator I'd Have Poets Throwing Bombs!

Spirit Is Life. It Flows Thru The Death Of Me Endlessly Like A River Unafraid Of Becoming The Sea.