Thou Art A Man God Is No

The Goddess Fortune Is The Devil's Servant, Ready To Kiss Any One's Ass.

General Good Is The Plea Of The Scoundrel, Hypocite, Flatterer.

Forgive What You Do Not Approve & Love Me For This Energetic Exertion Of My Talent

When My Mother Died I Was Very Young, And My Father Sold Me While Yet My Tongue Could Scarcely Cry Weep Weep Weep Weep. So Your Chimneys I Sweep, And In Soot I Sleep.

I Have No Name: I Am But Two Days Old. What Shall I Call Thee? I Happy Am, Joy Is My Name. Sweet Joy Befall Thee!