Ever To Confess You're Bored Means You

I Didn't Want To Be Like Yeats; I Wanted To Be Yeats.

Bats Have No Bankers And They Do Not Drink And Cannot Be Arrested And Pay No Tax And, In General, Bats Have It Made.

We Are Using Our Own Skins For Wallpaper And We Cannot Win.

Wishin' Was Dyin' But I Gotta Make It All This Way To That Bed On These Feet.

Them Lady Poets Must Not Marry, Pal.