Pull your tongue out and cut off your fingers,
The defeat in your will sweetly lingers...

Some goals set us,
Rather than the reverse...

There's an essence to sobriety that sells it short
Like the alternative harks of any worthy port...

This is dedicated to all the Jews murdered by the...
I cannot look you in the hate-filled eye...

Ammie carries the water to the village.
It's as clear as it is still...

I would ask, if only on my deathbed
For a day where all the power is gone...

Those ringlets: they're magical.
They're a helix of beauty and fire...

Just one slip on a patch of diesel
And the big picture's off the easel...

The Churches are empty this Sunday
The malls, conversely, are full...

Roses were red,
But now they are blue...

Solemn silver skies,
Summer stealthily subsides...

This is the roll call for the people who care.
Shout to be heard! I know you're out there...