I Have Written Some Poetry That I

There Is A Warning Love Sends And The Cost Of It Is Never Written Till Long Afterward.

Tell No Man Anything, For No Man Listens Yet Hold Thy Lips Ready To Speak.

Money Is Power, Freedom, A Cushion, The Root Of All Evil, The Sum Of Blessings.

Pile The Bodies High At Austerlitz And Waterloo. Shovel Them Under And Let Me Work- I Am The Grass; I Cover All. And Pile Them High At Gettysburg. And Pile Them High At Ypres And Verdun. Shovel Them Under And Let Me Work. Two Years, Ten Years,and Passengers Ask The Conductor- What Place Is This? Where Are We Now? I Am The Grass. Let Me Work.

To Never See A Fool You Lock Yourself In Your Room And Smash The Looking-glass.