Go Moan For Man. It's The Pathos

His Friends Said, "why Do You Have That Ugly Thing Hanging There?" And Bull Said, "i Like It Because It's Ugly." All His Life Was In That Line.

I'd Sleep And Forget It; I Had My Own Life, My Own Sad And Ragged Life Forever.

"what Do You Want Out Of Life?" I Asked, And I Used To Ask That All The Time Of Girls.

I Pictured Myself In A Denver Bar That Night, With All The Gang, And In Their Eyes I Would Be Strange And Ragged And Like The Prophet Who Has Walked Across The Land To Bring The Dark Word, And The Only Word I Had Was 'wow!

Bee, Why Are You Staring At Me? I Am Not A Flower??