Sometimes I Get So Depressed 'bout What

You'd Better Get Your Laugh While You're Making Your Point, Or You Won't Be Doing It Very Long.

Although I Cannot See Your Face As You Flip These Poems Awhile, Somewhere From Some Far-off Place I Hear You Laughing--and I Smile.

My Skin Is Kind Of Sort Of Brownish Pinkish Yellowish White. My Eyes Are Greyish Blueish Green, But I'm Told They Look Orange In The Night. My Hair Is Reddish Blondish Brown, But Its Silver When Its Wet, And All The Colors I Am Inside Have Not Been Invented Yet.

Sometimes I Get So Depressed 'bout What I Haven't Done. -never

I Asked The Zebra, Are You Black With White Stripes? Or White With Black Stripes? And The Zebra Asked Me, Are You Good With Bad Habits? Or Are You Bad With Good Habits?