All The Money You Made Will Never

How Many Deaths Will It Take 'till We Know That Too Many People Have Died?

The Songs Are My Lexicon. I Believe The Songs.

And I Hope That You Die And Your Death'll Come Soon I Will Follow Your Casket In The Pale Afternoon And I'll Watch While You're Lowered Down To Your Deathbed And I'll Stand O'er Your Grave 'til I'm Sure That You're Dead

When The Jelly Faced Women All Sneeze, Hear The One With The Mustache Say I Can't Find My Knees.

A Poem Is A Naked Person.