Fast fella, cough it up, five cents more please.
Faster, this crap’ll kill you, like anything else

Why do I fear the true winter death to come
I guess I’ve lived without seasons much too long

Perhaps today I understand the saying
“We’re all miserable sinners.” 

We all went to the Zoo.
That’s one thing done.

You’re the only creature I really love
Aside from Mama and my Teddy bear

Somewhere a boat is leaking
I don’t know where.

You have a little smudge on your forehead, dear,
like a smashed raisin cookie.

That air is you, your breathing

It’s New Year’s Eve, of 1968, & a time
for Resolution.

It’s very interesting
Weighing 500 lbs
You might even say, “it’s great!”