I Hate People But I Love Gatherings.

Oh, You Mean I'm A Homosexual! Of Course I Am, And Heterosexual Too, But What's That Got To Do With My Headache?

You See, I Am A Poet, And Not Quite Right In The Head, Darling. It’s Only That.

O Troubled Forms, O Early Love Unfortunate And Hard, Time Has Estranged You Into A Jewel Cold And Pure

I Dread No More The First White In My Hair, Or Even Age Itself, The Easy Shoe, The Cane, The Wrinkled Hands, The Special Chair: Time, Doing This To Me, May Alter Too My Anguish, Into Something I Can Bear

Lord I Do Fear / Thou'st Made The World Too Beautiful This Year.