I Feel Capitol Punishment Is Dooming U.s.a.

I Feel I Want To Be Wise With White Hair In A Tall Library In A Deep Chair By A Fireplace.

Ah, If I Were Dictator I'd Have Poets Throwing Bombs!

Anyway, I Lived On The Streets And Did Pretty Good Until I Got Caught Stealing, What Was It? I Kicked In A Restaurant Window, Went In And Took All The Food That I Wanted, And While Coming Out I Was Grabbed.

Spirit Is Life. It Flows Thru The Death Of Me Endlessly Like A River Unafraid Of Becoming The Sea.

I Think Of New York City Lost In Stars Forgotten As A Blue Haired Pet Of Childhood Love Tonight The Night Is Full.