Poetry Is A Mock Of A Cry

A Liar Is A Liar And Lives On The Lies He Tells And Dies In A Life Of Lies.

Pile The Bodies High At Austerlitz And Waterloo. Shovel Them Under And Let Me Work. I Am The Grass. I Cover All.

What If Someone Gave A War & Nobody Came? / Life Would Ring The Bells Of Ecstasy And Forever Be Itself Again.

The Machine Yes The Machine Never Wastes Anybody's Time Never Watches The Foreman Never Talks Back.

God, Let Me Remember All Good Losers.