If You Believe You're A Poet, Then

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

I Learned Life Were No Dream I Learned Truth Deceived Man Is Not God Life Is A Century Death An Instant

My Father Took Me Back Home, Back To Greenwich Village, And He Thought By Taking Me Out Of The Orphanage He'd Be Out Of The World War Too. But No Way - They Got Him Anyway. He Went In The Navy And Then I Lived On The Streets.

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

They, That Unnamed They, They've Knocked Me Down But I Got Up. I Always Get Up -- And I Swear When I Went Down Quite Often I Took The Fall; Nothing Moves A Mountain But Itself. They, I've Long Ago Named Them Me.