Was I The Only Person Who Was

Death Meant Little To Me. It Was The Last Joke In A Series Of Bad Jokes.

Christmas Poem To A Man In Jail Hello Bill Abbott: I Appreciate Your Passing Around My Books In Jail There, My Poems And Stories. If I Can Lighten The Load For Some Of Those Guys With My Books, Fine. But Literature, You Know, Is Difficult For The Average Man To Assimilate (and For The Unaverage Man Too); I Don't Like Most Poetry, For Example, So I Write Mine The Way I Like To Read It.

The Free Soul Is Rare, But You Know It When You See It

What? You’d Dare Drink Right After Getting Out Of Jail For Intoxication?” That’s When You Need A Drink The Most.

And Don't Forget: Time Is Meant To Be Wasted, Love Fails And Death Is Useless.