All You Can Write Is What You

I Like To Write About Wherever I Happen To Be.

I Ain't A Communist Necessarily, But I Been In The Red All My Life.

One Bright Sunny Morning In The Shadow Of The Steeple, By The Relief Office, I Saw My People - As They Stood Hungry, I Stood There Wondering If God Blessed America For Me.

Left Wing, Chicken Wing, It Don't Make No Difference To Me.

This Machine Kills Fascists.