I'd Take A Look At My Own

It Is Bad To Suppress Laughter. It Goes Back Down To Your Hips. Man, When You Lose Your Laugh You Lose Your Footing.

His Whole Body Shakes With The Strain As He Tries To Lift Something He Knows He Can't Lift, Something Everybody Knows He Can't Lift. But, For Just A Second, When We Hear The Cement Grind At Our Feet, We Think, By Golly, He Might Do It.

To Be Just Without Being Mad (and The Madder You Get The Madder You Get), To Be Peaceful Without Being Stupid, To Be Interested Without Being Compulsive, To Be Happy Without Being Hysterical... Smoke Grass.

Then The Trembling Starts To Get Worse. This Must Be How They Begin, He Thinks. Freak-outs. Breakdowns. Crack-ups. Eventually Shut-ins And Finally Cross-offs. But First The Cover-up . . .

Take What You Can Use And Let The Rest Go By.