I Think A Lot Of Bad Things

It's Wierd Not To Be Wierd.

I Keep On Reading The Morning Star Newspaper To See If There's Any Hope, But It Seems To Be In The 19th Century; It Seems To Be Written For Dropped-out, Middle-aged Liberals.

Imagine All The People Sharing All The World.

That's What The Great Masters And Mistresses Have Been Saying Ever Since Time Began. They Can Point The Way, Leave Signposts And Little Instructions In Various Books That Are Now Called Holy And Worshipped For The Cover Of The Book And Not For What It Says, But The Instructions Are All There For All To See, Have Always Been And Always Will Be.

Where Do People Get Off Saying The Beatles Should Give $200,000,000 To South America? You Know, America Has Poured Billions Into Places Like That. It Doesn't Mean A Damn Thing. After They've Eaten That Meal, Then What? It Lasts For Only A Day. After The $200,000,000 Is Gone, Then What? It Goes Round And Round In Circles. You Can Pour Money In Forever. After Peru, Then Harlem, Then Britain. There Is No One Concert. We Would Have To Dedicate The Rest Of Our Lives To One World Concert Tour, And I'm Not Ready For It. Not In This Lifetime, Anyway.