That Ain't Me, That Ain't My Face.

You Can't Blame The President For The State Of The Country, It's Always The Poets' Fault. You Can't Expect Politicians To Come Up With A Vision, They Don't Have It In Them. Poets Have To Come Up With The Vision And They Have To Turn It On So It Sparks And Catches Hold.

The Man Who Seeks Revenge Digs Two Graves.

No, That Nurse Ain't Some Kinda Monster Chicken, Buddy, What She Is Is A Ball-cutter. I've Seen A Thousand Of 'em, Old And Young, Men And Women. Seen 'em All Over The Country And In The Homes- People Who Try To Make You Weak So They Can Get You To Toe The Line, To Follow Their Rules, To Live Like They Want You To. And The Best Way To Do This, To Get You To Knuckle Under, Is To Weaken You By Gettin' You Where It Hurts The Worst.

High High In The Hills , High In A Pine Tree Bed. She's Tracing The Wind With That Old Hand, Counting The Clouds With That Old Chant, Three Geese In A Flock One Flew East One Flew West One Flew Over The Cuckoo's Nest

Never Before Did I Realize That Mental Illness Could Have The Aspect Of Power, Power. Think Of It: Perhaps The More Insane A Man Is, The More Powerful He Could Become. Hitler An Example. Fair Makes The Old Brain Reel, Doesn't It?