Frosting Freedom Is Just Frosting On Somebody

Beauty For Some Provides Escape, Who Gain A Happiness In Eyeing The Gorgeous Buttocks Of The Ape Or Autumn Sunsets Exquisitely Dying.

Let America Be The Dream The Dreamers Dreamed - Let It Be That Great Strong Land Of Love Where Never Kings Connive Nor Tyrants Scheme That Any Man Be Crushed By One Above.

Folks, I'm Telling You, Birthing Is Hard And Dying Is Mean- So Get Yourself A Little Loving In Between.

When Poems Stop Talking About The Moon And Begin To Mention Poverty, Trade Unions, Color, Color Lines And Colonies, Somebody Tells The Police.

Let The Rain Sing You A Lullaby.