I Am Going To Seek A Great

One Inch Of Joy Surmounts Of Grief A Span, Because To Laugh Is Proper To The Man.

Ha! For A Divine And Lordly Manor, There Is Nothing Like Solid Ground.

From The Gut Comes The Strut, And Where Hunger Reigns, Strength Abstains.

But Where Are The Snows Of Last Year? That Was The Greatest Concern Of Villon, The Parisian Poet.

We Always Long For The Forbidden Things, And Desire What Is Denied Us.