I Think What Drove Me Insane For

I'm Sorry, Man, But I've Got Magic. I've Got Poetry In My Fingertips. Most Of The Time - And This Includes Naps - I'm An F-18, Bro. And I Will Destroy You In The Air. I Will Deploy My Ordinance To The Ground.

But You Can't Focus On Things That Matter If All You've Been Is Asleep For Forty Years. Funny How Sleep Rhymes With Sheep. You Know.

The Paramedic Called The Press And Sold Me Like A Loaf Of Bread. This Was News, And He Wanted To Be The One To Report It.

Resentments Are The Rocket Fuel That Lives In The Tip Of My Saber.

You Should Have Read The Directions Before You Showed Up To The Party.