Life Dosent Frighten Me At All.

Gather Up In The Arms Of Your Love—those Who Expect No Love From Above.

Pleasured Equally In Seeking As In Finding, Each Detail Minding, Old Walt Went Seeking And Finding.

Good Morning, Revolution: You're The Very Best Friend I Ever Had. We Gonna Pal Around Together From Now On

Melting Pot Harlem-harlem Of Honey And Chocolate And Caramel And Rum And Vinegar And Lemon And Lime And Gall. Dusky Dream Harlem Rumbling Into A Nightmare Tunnel Where The Subway From The Bronx Keeps Right On Downtown.

Hang Yourself, Poet, In Your Own Words. Otherwise, You Are Dead.