My Greatest Problem Was Stamps, Envelopes, Paper

Few Beautiful Women Were Willing To Indicate In Public That They Belonged To Someone. I Had Known Enough Women To Realize This. I Accepted Them For What They Were And Love Came Hard And Very Seldom. When It Did It Was Usually For The Wrong Reasons. One Simply Became Tired Of Holding Back Love And Let It Go Because It Needed Some Place To Go. Then, Usually, There Was Trouble.

Maybe When I Get In The Grave, Things Will Be Beautiful.

I Hid In Bars, Because I Didn't Want To Hide In Factories.

I Made Practice Runs Down To Skid Row To Get Ready For My Future.

My 6 Foot Goddess Makes Me Laugh The Laughter Of The Mutilated Who Still Need Love... She Has Saved Me From Everything That Is Not Here