When You Cease To Exist, Then Who

You Never Turned Around To See The Frowns On The Jugglers And The Clowns When They All Did Tricks For You.

Sometimes You Just Have To Bite Your Upper Lip And Put Sunglasses On.

Every Writer At The New Yorker Is Smarter Than Me.

Black Is The Color And None Is The Number

Jesus Tapped Me On The Shoulder And Said, Bob, Why Are You Resisting Me? I Said, I'm Not Resisting You! He Said, You Gonna Follow Me? I Said, I've Never Thought About That Before! He Said, When You're Not Following Me, You're Resisting Me.