Sometimes being point
just gets you killed...

Back when animals first came
forth into this shining world...

Aw, Jimmy, ya didn 'ave
ta be the hero, now...

Normal Monday headed downtown
furry bodies litter gutters...

I am the rooster with razors
strapped to my feet...

The tears of the rich flow
because Much is never Enough...

You can hear ragged voices crawl;
though you'd hoped to conceal them all...

Rolling Thunder Review, 1975 or 76;
The Warehouse Auditorium, New Orleans...

Only in this world economy
could the transformation...

Hic Sunt Dracones:
Here be the destroyers of life...

Anger cuts through the family
Like a hot knife through Swiss cheese...

Pathos founds all real humor.
Puns may rely on clever word trips...