Hang Yourself, Poet, In Your Own Words.

There Is No Color Line In Art.

Out Of The Rack And Ruin Of Our Gangster Death, The Rape And Rot Of Graft, And Stealth, And Lies, We, The People, Must Redeem The Land, The Mines, The Plants, The Rivers. The Mountains And The Endless Plain-- All, All The Stretch Of These Great Green States-- And Make America Again!

Let America Be America Again. Let It Be The Dream It Used To Be.

When I Were A Young Man, I Used To Play Baseball And Steal Bases Just Like Jackie Robinson. If The Empire Would Rule Me Out, I Would Get Mad And Hit The Empire.

A Dog Gets Lonesome Just Like A Human. He Wants To Associate With Other Dogs, But When They Take Him Out, The Poor Dog Is On A Leash And Cannot Run Around.