For The Loser Now Will Be Later

Madonna, She Still Has Not Showed, We See This Empty Cage Now Corrode, Where Her Cape Of The Stage Once Had Flowed, The Fiddler He Now Steps To The Road, On The Back Of The Fish Truck That Loads, While My Conscience Explodes.

I Got This Grave Yard Woman.

Every Writer At The New Yorker Is Smarter Than Me.

Bob Has Never Written A Bad Song. Bob Dylan Is A Genius.

You Hurt The Ones That I Love Best And Cover Up The Truth With Lies. One Day You'll Be In The Ditch, Flies Buzzin' Around Your Eyes.