Life Is Filigree Work. What Is Written

In My Room I'd Barely Closed My Eyes When The Blonde From The Movie House Came Along And Sang Her Whole Song Of Sorrow Just For Me. I Helped Her Put Me To Sleep, So To Speak, And Succeeded Pretty Well... I Wasn't Entirely Alone... It's Not Possible To Sleep Alone.

With Two Thousand Years Of Christianity Behind Him... A Man Can't See A Regiment Of Soldiers March Past Without Going Off The Deep End. It Starts Off Far Too Many Ideas In His Head.

The Rich Don't Have To Kill To Eat. They Employ People, As They Call It. The Rich Don't Do Evil Themselves. They Pay. People Do All They Can To Please Them, And Everybody's Happy.

Even Diseases Have Lost Their Prestige, There Aren't So Many Of Them Left. Think It Over... No More Syphilis, No More Clap, No More Typhoid... Antibiotics Have Taken Half The Tragedy Out Of Medicine.

To Philosophize Is Only Another Way Of Being Afraid And Leads Hardly Anywhere But To Cowardly Make-believe.