I Too Shall Lie In The Dust

The Skin Of The Coward Changes Color All The Time, He Can't Get A Grip On Himself, He Can't Sit Still, He Squats And Rocks, Shifting His Weight From Foot To Foot, His Heart Racing, Pounding Inside The Fellow's Ribs, His Teeth Chattering. He Dreads Some Grisly Death. But The Skin Of A Brave Soldier Never Blanches. He's All Control. Tense But No Great Fear.

Sensitive Love Letters Are My Specialty. 'dear Baby, Welcome To Dumpsville. Population: You.'

Do Not Mourn The Dead With The Belly.

Unextinguished Laughter Shakes The Skies.

But Sure The Eye Of Time Beholds No Name, So Blest As Thine In All The Rolls Of Fame.