This Boat That We Just Built Is

There Is A Place Where The Sidewalk Ends.

All The Woulda-coulda-shouldas Layin' In The Sun, Talkin' 'bout The Things They Woulda-coulda-shoulda Done... But All Those Woulda-coulda-shouldas All Ran Away And Hid From One Little Did.

If You're Nasty, I Won't Fight. If You're Rough, Well That's Just You. If You're Mean, That's Alright Too. Whatever You Are Is All Okay. I Don't Like You Anyway.

I Am Writing These Poems From Inside A Lion.

To Me, Freedom Entitles You To Do Something, Not To Not Do Something.