Any Asshole Can Chase A Skirt, Art

It's Hot Tonight And Half The Neighborhood Is Drunk. The Other Half Is Dead. If I Have Any Advice About Writing Poetry It's - Don't. I'm Going To Send Out For Some Fried Chicken.

Sweet Christ, You Must Know That A Man Will Go Further For Any Poem Than For Any Woman Ever Born.

... To Die On A Kitchen Floor At 7 O'clock In The Morning While Other People Are Frying Eggs Is Not So Rough Unless It Happens To You.

The Tired Sunsets And The Tired People - It Takes A Lifetime To Die And No Time At All.

My Beerdrunk Soul Is Sadder Than All The Dead Christmas Trees Of The World.