He Sounded Like A Man Who Had

I'm In A Wild Mood Tonight. I Want To Go Dance In The Foam. I Hear The Banshees Calling.

And The Commercials Would Have Sickened A Goat Raised On Barbed Wire And Broken Beer Bottles.

I Belonged In Idle Valley Like A Pearl Onion On A Banana Split.

I Regard Psychiatry As Fifty Percent Bunk, Thirty Percent Fraud, Ten Percent Parrot Talk, And The Remaining Ten Percent Just A Fancy Lingo For The Common Sense We Have Had For Hundreds And Perhaps Thousands Of Years, If We Ever Had The Guts To Read.

I'm Killing Time And It's Dying Hard.