In New York You've Got To Have

From The Beginning, Through The Middle Years And Up To The End: Too Bad, Too Bad, Too Bad.

The Last Cigarettes Are Smoked, The Loaves Are Sliced, And Lest This Be Taken For Wry Sorrow, Drown The Spider In Wine. You Are Much More Than Simply Dead: I Am A Dish For Your Ashes, I Am A Fist For Your Vanished Air. The Most Terrible Thing About Life Is Finding It Gone.

I Suppose Like Others I Have Come Through Fire And Sword, Love Gone Wrong, Head-on Crashes, Drunk At Sea, And I Have Listened To The Simple Sound Of Water Running In Tubs And Wished To Drown

I Often Stood In Front Of The Mirror Alone, Wondering How Ugly A Person Could Get.

Humanity, You Never Had It To Begin With.