I Do Not Need Drugs To Be

During My Incarceration Mother Visited Me. She Had In Some Way Managed To Leave The Workhouse And Was Making An Effort To Establish A Home For Us. Her Presence Was Like A Bouquet Of Flowers; She Looked So Fresh And Lovely That I Felt Ashamed Of My Unkempt Appearance And My Shaved Iodined Head.'you Must Excuse His Dirty Face,' Said The Nurse.mother Laughed, And How Well I Remember Her Endearing Words As She Hugged And Kissed Me: 'with All Thy Dirt I Love Thee Still.

You Are Only As Good As The Woman You Are Standing Beside.

I Like To Walk In Rain, So That Nobody Can See My Tears.

My Character Of The Tramp, The Millions Of Workers Symbolized In That One Figure.

I Can't Understand Karl Marx, So How Can I Be A Communist?