Some People Have Written That

Meanwhile The 3 A.m. Drunks Of The World Would Lay In Their Beds, Trying In Vain To Sleep, And Deserving That Rest, If They Could Find It.

… And We Are In Bed Together Laughing And We Don’t Care About Anything.

When A Writer Is Swayed With His Fame And His Fortune, You Can Float Him Down The River With The Turds.

Can You Remember Who You Were, Before The World Told You Who You Should Be?

I Was Only Kidding About The Hundred," She Says. Oh," I Say, "what Will It Cost Me?" She Lights Her Cigarette With My Lighter And Looks At Me Through The Flame: Her Eyes Tell Me. Look," I Say, "i Don't Think I Can Ever Pay That Price Again.