Tears Are Great Peace-makers.

Sleepy-head Is No Longer Aroused By Tragic Imaginings.

Modernized By Tin Roofs And T-shirts, Third World Poverty Is No Longer Picturesque.

The Lyric Deals With Love And Sorrow, The Aphorism With Contradiction And Deceit.

People Invent Gods To Explain Their Suffering.

Something Is Sticking Out Its Tongue At Me From The Corner Of My Mirror.