If I Wasn't Writing Poems I'd Be

You Can't Sustain [anger]. You Become Bitter. Nothing's Going To Change. Anger Leads To Resentment, Then To Spiking Your Orange Juice, Then To Martyrdom.

We're All Travelling Heavy With Illusions.

And Believe Me, A Good Piece Of Chicken Can Make Anybody Believe In The Existence Of God.

What If Someone Picks On Me?" I Asked Then I'll Pick On Them". What If Someone Picks My Nose?" I Asked. The I'll Pick Your Nose, Too" Rowdy Said.

Writing Is A Lonely Business.