My Ambition Is Handicapped By Laziness

If You Can Only Remain Pure In Your Stupidity, Someday You May Get A Phone Call From Hell.

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 Grow Tired Of 18th Century Moralities In A 20th Century Space-atomic Age

Bad Taste Creates Many More Millionaires Than Good Taste.

Those Who Escape Hell However Never Talk About It And Nothing Much Bothers Them After That