I Realize I Don't Do A Very

There Ought To Be A Law About You Coming Around.

You Say Love Is Just A Four Letter Word.

Get Jailed, Jump Bail, Join The Army If You Fail.

I'm Gonna Spare The Defeated. I'm Gonna Tame The Proud.

Someone Handed Me Mexico City Blues In St. Paul [minnesota] In 1959 And It Blew My Mind. It Was The First Poetry That Spoke My Own Language.