The True Poet Has No Choice Of

While I Was Walking I Passed These Two Guys That Were Unloading This Big Christmas Tree Off A Truck. One Guy, Kept Saying To The Other Guy, 'hold The Sonunvabitch Up! Hold It Up, For Chrissake!' It Certainly Was A Gorgeous Way To Talk About A Christmas Tree.

Her Joke Of A Name Aside, Her General Unprettiness Aside, She Was, In Terms Of Permanently Memorable, Immoderately Perceptive, Small-area Faces, A Stunning And Final Girl.

Money Always Ends Up Making You Blue.

I Live Alone (but Catless, I'd Like Everybody To Know).

Almost Every Time Somebody Gives Me A Present, It Ends Up Making Me Sad.