Who would be a poor man, a beggar man, a thief, if he held a rich man in his hand?

Everyone is from somewhere, even if you've never been there.

She's a warm fart at Christmas.

I came across Mother Goose, so I turned her loose, she was screaming.

Too many heroes stepping on too many toes, too many yes-men nodding when they really mean no.

Who would be a poor man, a beggar man, a thief, if he held a rich man in his hand?

I've tried my best to love you all, all you hypocrites and whores with your eyes on each other and locks on your doors.