Each Dog Barks In His Own Yard!

Being Kissed By A Man Who Didn't Wax His Moustache Was-like Eating An Egg Without Salt.

There Rise Her Timeless Capitals Of Empires Daily Born, Whose Plinths Are Laid At Midnight And Whose Streets Are Packed At Morn; And Here Come Tired Youths And Maids That Feign To Love Or Sin In Tones Like Rusty Razor Blades To Tunes Like Smitten Tin.

When You're Wounded And Left On Afghanistan's Plains, And The Women Come Out To Cut Up What Remains, Jest Roll To Your Rifle And Blow Out Your Brains And Go To Your Gawd Like A Soldier.

When Man Has Come To The Turnstiles Of Night, All The Creeds In The World Seem To Him Wonderfully Alike And Colorless.

We Had A Kettle; We Let It Leak: Our Not Repairing Made It Worse. We Haven't Had Any Tea For A Week... The Bottom Is Out Of The Universe.