I See Through Your Brain Like I

A Poem Is A Naked Person... Some People Say That I Am A Poet.

Proud To Steal Her Anything She Sees, But You Will Wind Up Peeking Through Her Key Hole Down Upon Your Knees.

Last Night I Danced With A Stranger, But She Just Reminded Me You Were The One.

I Saw Ten Thousand Talkers Whose Tongues Were All Broken, I Saw Guns And Sharp Swords In The Hands Of Young Children, And It's A Hard, It's A Hard, It's A Hard, It's A Hard, It's A Hard Rain's A-gonna Fall.

If You Told The Truth, That Was All Well And Good And If You Told The Un-truth, Well, That's Still Well And Good. Folk Songs Had Taught Me That.