The Sun's Not Yellow, Its Chicken!

A Poem Is A Naked Person.

Now, Each Of Us Has His Own Special Gift And You Know This Was Meant To Be True. And If You Don't Underestimate Me I Won't Underestimate You.

You Were Born With A Snake In Both Of Your Fists While A Hurricane Was Blowing.

...don't Criticize What You Can't Understand, Your Sons And Your Daughters Are Beyond Your Command.

You Know, The Streets Are Filled With Vipers Who've Lost All Ray Of Hope You Know, It Ain't Even Safe No More In The Palace Of The Pope