Rock Stars, Is There Anything They Don't

Insignificant Mortals, Who Are As Leaves Are, And Now Flourish And Grow Warm With Life, And Feed On What The Ground Gives, But Then Again Fade Away And Are Dead.

It Never Was Our Guise To Slight The Poor, Or Aught Humane Despise.

Life And Death Are Balanced As It Were On The Edge Of A Razor

I Didn't Lie! I Just Created Fiction With My Mouth!

The Glorious Gifts Of The Gods Are Not To Be Cast Aside.