The People Who Came To Hear Me

I Ache For The Touch Of Your Lips Dear, But Much More For The Touch Of Your Whips Dear.

Once The Rockets Are Up, Who Cares Where They Come Down ? That's Not My Department.

Alas, Irreverence Has Been Subsumed By Mere Grossness, At Least In The So-called Mass Media. What We Have Now - To Quote Myself At My Most Pretentious - Is A Nimiety Of Scurrility With A Concomitant Exiguity Of Taste.

Things Are Much More Complicated. Feminism Versus Pornography, For Example. There Are A Lot Of Feminists Who Think It Is Bad, But Others Think It's Good. I Have Become, You Might Call It Mature - I Would Call It Senile - And I Can See Both Sides. But You Can't Write A Satirical Song With 'but On The Other Hand' In It, Or 'however'. It's Got To Be One-sided.

From The Three, You Then Use One To Make Eight Ones. You Add Those Ones To The Three, And You Get One-three Base Eight, Or, In Other Words, In Base Ten You Have Eleven, And You Take Away Seven. And Seven From Eleven Is Four. Now Go Back To The Sixty-fours, You're Left With Two.