What Stands If Freedom Fail? What Dies

When You're Wounded And Left On Afghanistan's Plains, And The Women Come Out To Cut Up What Remains, Jest Roll To Your Rifle And Blow Out Your Brains And Go To Your Gawd Like A Soldier.

Brothers And Sisters, I Bid You Beware Of Giving Your Heart To A Dog To Tear.

They Are Fools Who Kiss And Tell'-- Wisely Has The Poet Sung. Man May Hold All Sorts Of Posts If He'll Only Hold His Tongue.

Ah! What Avails The Classic Bent And What The Cultured Word, Against The Undoctored Incident That Actually Occurred? And What Is Art Whereto We Press Through Paint And Prose And Rhyme- When Nature In Her Nakedness Defeats Us Every Time?

'e's All'ot Sand An' Ginger When Alive, An''e's Generally Shammin' When'e's Dead.