Youth Sees Too Far To See How

Seizing The Swift Logic Of A Woman, Curse God And Die.

Are We No Greater Than The Noise We Make Along One Blind Atomic Pilgrimage Whereon By Crass Chance Billeted We Go Because Our Brains And Bones And Cartilage Will Have It So?

The Typical Entrepreneur Is No Longer The Bold And Tireless Man Of Marshall, Or The Sly And Rapacious Moneybags Of Marx, But A Mass Of Inert Shareholders, Indistinguishable From Rentiers, Who Employ Salaried Managers To Run Their Concerns.

This Morning I Deleted The Hyphen From "hell-bound" And Made It One Word; This Afternoon I Redivided It And Restored The Hyphen.

Your Dollar Is Your Only Word, / The Wrath Of It Your Only Fear. / You Build It Altars Tall Enough / To Make You See, But Your Are Blind; / You Cannot Leave It Long Enough / To Look Before You Or Behind.