Spite Is Never Lonely; Envy Always Tags

The Neurotic Circles Ceaselessly Above A Fogged-in Airport.

We Are All Such A Waste Of Our Potential, Like Three-way Lamps Using One-way Bulbs.

With Each Passing Year, One Has Less To Say, And Knows Better How To Say It.

Surrounded By People Who Love Life, You Love It Too; Surrounded By People Who Don't, You Don't.

Neurotics Always Feel As Though They Were Going Way Up Or Way Down, Which Is Odd In People Going Sideways.