Your Hair Upon The Pillow Like A

And Clenching Your Fist For The Ones Like Us Who Are Oppressed By The Figures Of Beauty.

As Our Eyes Grow Accustomed To Sight They Armour Themselves Against Wonder.

The Poor Stay Poor, The Rich Get Rich / Thats How It Goes / Everybody Knows.

Does Anybody Have A Cigarette? I'm Looking Forward To That First Smoke. I've Been Looking Forward To [it] For About 30 Years.

I Think The Term Poet Is A Very Exalted Term And Should Be Applied To A Man At The End Of His Work. When He Looks Back Over The Body Of His Work And He's Written Poetry Then Let The Verdict Be That He's A Poet.