Morals Were Restrictive, But They Were Grounded

The Artist," An Ancient Sage Had Once Said, "is Always Sitting On The Doorsteps Of The Rich.

I Have Seen Too Many Men Wilt And Go Silly Under A Little Light, And Then They Continue To Write And Get Published, Turning Out Pure Crap Under A Name That Has Become A Bad Habit. The Next Poem Is All That Counts. You Can't Stand On Past Poems.

I'm Very Clever At Hiding Poems Perhaps More Clever Than I Am At Writing Them.

Never Trust A Man In A Jumpsuit

From The Beginning, Through The Middle Years And Up To The End: Too Bad, Too Bad, Too Bad.