Money And Art Are Far Apart.

Out Of The Rack And Ruin Of Our Gangster Death, The Rape And Rot Of Graft, And Stealth, And Lies, We, The People, Must Redeem The Land, The Mines, The Plants, The Rivers. The Mountains And The Endless Plain-- All, All The Stretch Of These Great Green States-- And Make America Again!

Looks Like What Drives Me Crazy Don't Have No Effect On You-- But I'm Gonna Keep On At It Till It Drives You Crazy, Too.

We Negro Writers, Just By Being Black, Have Been On The Blacklist All Our Lives. Censorship For Us Begins At The Color Line.

Humor Is When The Joke's On You But Hits The Other Fellow First -- Before It Boomerangs.

I Loved My Friend He Went Away From Me There's Nothing More To Say The Poem Ends, Soft As It Began- I Loved My Friend.