I Would Hold The Rosy, Slender Fingers

Why Fight For A Flag When You Can Buy One For A Nickel.

I Have Always Thought The Suicide Should Bump Off At Least One Swine Before Taking Off For Parts Unknown.

You Have Been Second Always. Tragical? No. You Preferred It To The Usual Thing: One Dull Man, Dulling And Uxorious, One Average Mind- With One Thought Less, Each Year.

Yet The Companions Of The Muses Will Keep Their Collective Nose In My Books And Weary With Historical Data, They Will Turn To My Dance Tune.

The Worst Mistake I Made Was That Stupid, Suburban Prejudice Of Anti-semitism.