I Like To Use Simple Words, But

Better Off Dead Than Giving In; Not Taking What You Want.

I Like To Think That I'm A Sort Of Poet For Our Times.

I Think The Dangers Are Different Now. Our Abuse Of The Planet And Our Resources Is An Anxiety.

It Is A Moon Wrapped In Brown Paper.

Time Hates Love, Wants Love Poor,/but Love Spins Gold, Gold, Gold From Straw.