I've Always Tried To Write The Kind

Poets Speak Of Hope In Ladies Smiles, But Give Me A Smirk Any Day, I Say.

Only The Saints Would Joke So About The Gods, Because It Was Either Joke Or Scream, And They Alone Knew It Was All The Same To The Gods.

Not That I Haven't Leaped Up Into The Blinding Light Of Competence Now And Then. It's Sustaining The Altitude That Defeats Me.

I Don't Want Power. I Just Object To Idiots Having Power Over Me.

Bleeding Ulcers Run In My Family, We Give Them To Each Other.