It Frightens Me, The Awful Truth, Of

Yes, To Dance Beneath The Diamond Sky With One Hand Waving Free, Silhouetted By The Sea, Circled By The Circus Sands

You Been Down To The Bottom With A Bad Man, Babe But You're Back Were You Belong

Fortune Or Fame, You Must Pick One Or The Other, Though Neither Of Them Are To Be What They Claim.

Good Intentions Can Be Evil, Both Hands Are Full Of Grease. You Know, Sometimes Satan Comes As A Man Of Peace.

It's Not Easy To Define Poetry.