A Poem Is A Naked Person.

I Practice A Faith That's Been Long Abandoned Ain't No Altars On This Long And Lonesome Road

The Only Sound That's Left After The Ambulances Go Is Cinderella Sweeping Up On Desolation Row.

There Are Degrees Of Happiness. You Go From One To The Other And Then Back Again. It's Hard To Be Completely Happy When Those Around Us Are Suffering And Groaning From Hunger.

The First Thing I Know, I'm In A Card Game. Then I'm In A Crap Game.

Johnny's In The Basement Mixing Up The Medicine I'm On The Pavement Thinking 'bout The Government.