With A Painting, You Don't

Woke Up, It Was A Chelsea Morning, And The First Thing That I Knew There Was Milk And Toast And Honey And A Bowl Of Oranges, Too.

My Childhood Was Very Difficult. I Had Every Childhood Disease And Then Some, But My Parents Didnt Mollycoddle Me. They Left Me To Fight Those Battles On My Own. I Guess That Was Very Canadian, Very Stoic. But Its Good. I Had To Become A Warrior. I Had To Give Up Hope And Find A Substitute For Hope That Would Be Far More Stable.

During Times Like These, The Wise Are Influential.

We Have A War Dictator Who Was Not Elected, He Snuck In. So He Punishes People That Threaten Him In Any Way, Or Even Say Something He Doesn't Like. It Has No Resemblance To Democracy.

My Heart Is Broken In The Face Of The Stupidity Of My Species.