If There Are Junk Yards

"baby," I Said. "i'm A Genius But Nobody Knows It But Me."

...having Nothing To Struggle Against They Have Nothing To Struggle For.

Bad Poetry Is Caused By People Who Sit Down And Think, Now I Am Going To Write A Poem.

It’s When You Hide Things That You Choke On Them.

In The Morning It Was Morning And I Was Still Alive.