The Writing's Easy, It's The Living That

Stay With The Beer. Beer Is Continuous Blood. A Continuous Lover.

I Just Want A Hot Cup Of Coffee,black,and I Don’t Want To Hear About Your Troubles.

We Are Born Like This Into This Into These Carefully Mad Wars Into The Sight Of Broken Factory Windows Of Emptiness Into Bars Where People No Longer Speak To Each Other Into Fist Fights That End As Shootings And Knifings Born Into This Into Hospitals Which Are So Expensive That It’s Cheaper To Die Into Lawyers Who Charge So Much It’s Cheaper To Plead Guilty Into A Country Where The Jails Are Full And The Madhouses Closed Into A Place Where The Masses Elevate Fools Into Rich Heroes

The Trouble With These People Is That Their Cities Have Never Been Bombed And Their Mothers Have Never Been Told To Shut Up.

Courts Are Places Where The Ending Is Written First And All That Precedes Is Simply Vaudeville.