I Would Rather Be A Serf In

Go On With A Spirit That Fears Nothing.

If It Doesn't Have Siamese Twins In A Jar, It Is Not A Fair.

And Rest At Last Where Souls Unbodied Dwell, In Ever-flowing Meads Of Asphodel.

The Natural Thing, My Lord, Men And Women Joined.

Why Cover The Same Ground Again? ... It Goes Against My Grain To Repeat A Tale Told Once, And Told So Clearly.