Why Should Poetry Have To Make Sense?

Anyone Can Make Them Cry, But It Takes A Genius To Make Them Laugh.

In The Light Of Our Egos, We Are All Dethroned Monarchs

To Those Who Can Hear Me, I Say, Do Not Despair. The Misery That Is Now Upon Us Is But The Passing Of Greed, The Bitterness Of Men Who Fear The Way Of Human Progress.

As I Began To Love Myself I Freed Myself Of Anything That Is No Good For My Health - Food, People, Things, Situations, And Everything That Drew Me Down And Away From Myself. At First I Called This Attitude A Healthy Egoism. Today I Know It Is Love Of Oneself.

What A Sad Business Is Being Funny!