Hang Yourself, Poet, In Your

Life Is An Egg You Have To Be Patient And Careful With It Or It Will Break.

Peace We Passed Their Graves: The Dead Men There, Winners Or Losers, Did Not Care. In The Dark They Could Not See Who Had Gained The Victory.

I Loved My Friend He Went Away From Me There's Nothing More To Say The Poem Ends, Soft As It Began- I Loved My Friend.

I'm So Tired Of Waiting, Aren't You, For The World To Become Good And Beautiful And Kind?

I Do Not Want No Pretty Woman. First Thing You Know, You Fall In Love With Her-then You Got To Kill Somebody About Her. She'll Make You So Jealous, You'll Bust!