I learned life were no dream I learned truth deceived Man is not God Life is a century Death an instant

I remember the people I knew in prison; I was very fortunate to know them - they came from 1910, 1920, 1930.

If you have a choice of two things and can't decide, take both.

I learned life were no dream I learned truth deceived Man is not God Life is a century Death an instant

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

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

I moved up over Lower East Side and I was adopted by eight foster parents; I lived all over New York City with these parents, man, till I was about ten years old.