If you believe you're a poet, then you're saved.

But when the conquered spirit breaks free And indicates a new light Who'll take care of the cats?

Anyway, I lived on the streets and did pretty good until I got caught stealing, what was it? I kicked in a restaurant window, went in and took all the food that I wanted, and while coming out I was grabbed.

Ah, if I were dictator I'd have poets throwing bombs!

My father took me back home, back to Greenwich Village, and he thought by taking me out of the orphanage he'd be out of the World War too. But no way - they got him anyway. He went in the Navy and then I lived on the streets.

Standing on a street corner waiting for no one is power.

If you believe you're a poet, then you're saved.