Figuring The Average Poet Starts

There Must Be A Way. Surely There Must Be A Way That We Have Not Yet Thought Of. Who Put This Brain Inside Of Me? It Cries It Demands It Says That There Is A Chance. It Will Not Say "no.

Belane, Are You Nuts?" Who Knows? Insanity Is Comparative. Who Sets The Norm?

All A Guy Needed Was A Chance. Somebody Was Alway Controlling Who Got A Chance And Who Didn't.

Great Art Is Horseshit, Buy Tacos.

If You're Losing Your Soul And You Know It, Then You've Still Got A Soul Left To Lose.