Because They're Stupid, That's Why. That's Why

We All Scribble Poetry.

How Delicate Her Feet Who Shuns The Ground, Stepping A-tiptoe On The Heads Of Men.

Oh, Look At Me! I'm Making People Happy! I'm The Magical Man From Happy-land, In A Gumdrop House On Lollipop Lane! Oh, By The Way, I Was Being Sarcastic.

Sensitive Love Letters Are My Specialty. 'dear Baby, Welcome To Dumpsville. Population: You.'

I Would Rather Be A Serf In A Poor Man's House And Be Above Ground Than Reign Among The Dead.