For The Loser Now Will Be Later

There's A Wall Between You And What You Want And You Got To Leap It.

The Pump Don't Work Cause The Vandals Took The Handle

I Don't Know If I Call Myself A Poet Or Not. I Would Like To, But I'm Not Really Qualified To Make That Decision, Because I Come In On Such A Back Door, That I Don't Know What A Robert Frost Or A [john] Keats Or A T.s. Eliot Would Really Think Of My Stuff.

One Who Sings With His Tongue On Fire, Gargles In The Rat Race Choir.

Let The Dead Bury The Dead, Your Time Will Come.