Capitalism Has Survived Communism. Now, It Eats

It Is All Ash And Dry Leaves And Grief Gone Like An Ocean Liner.

Meanwhile The 3 A.m. Drunks Of The World Would Lay In Their Beds, Trying In Vain To Sleep, And Deserving That Rest, If They Could Find It.

...in That Drunken Place You Would Like To Hand Your Heart To Her And Say Touch It But Then Give It Back.

My Greatest Problem Was Stamps, Envelopes, Paper And Wine, With The World On The Edge Of World War Ii.

I'm Going, She Said. I Love You But You're Crazy, You're Doomed.