I'm A Little Young For Retirement.

I'm Not A Kiss-and-teller. I Never Named Names.

Bows And Flows Of Angel Hair And Ice Cream Castles In The Air And Feather Canyons Everywhere, I've Looked At Clouds That Way.

All My Battles Were With Male Egos. I’m Just Looking For Equality, Not To Dominate. But I Want To Be Able To Control My Vision.

I Find A Lot Of Poetry To Be Narcissistic.

Oh, I Am A Lonely Painter / I Live In A Box Of Paints.