The Lucky Thing Was That I Was

If You Believe You're A Poet, Then You're Saved.

O How Terrible It Must Be For A Young Man-- Seated Before A Family And The Family Thinking We Never Saw Him Before! He Wants Our Mary Lou! After Tea And Homemade Cookies They Ask What Do You Do For A Living

My Father Took Me Back Home, Back To Greenwich Village, And He Thought By Taking Me Out Of The Orphanage He'd Be Out Of The World War Too. But No Way - They Got Him Anyway. He Went In The Navy And Then I Lived On The Streets.

The Judge Said I Was A Menace To Society Because I Had Put Crime On A Scientific Basis.

I Learned Life Were No Dream I Learned Truth Deceived Man Is Not God Life Is A Century Death An Instant