Warren Zevon

A sage remarked
While we sat on a log
Beside a dry creek
About a mile north of my house
Looking for a rock fort
In the woods
If you are a writer and something wonderful enters your mind, first thank some God for it and then revise it.

A philosopher observed
Whilst we threw rocks at a mailbox
Early in the morning
After drinking wine all night
Try nothing if nothing works.

A poet opined
While we sat on his porch
Smoking cigarettes
Watching fireworks explode
Over a football stadium
American intellectuals of the last twenty-five years have suffered from a kind of sleep deprivation or dream famine. They have abandoned literature for politics without a moment's thought for the ironic consequences.

A Drill Sergeant sang
While we marched
Up a hill called Agony and down a hill called Misery
Into a valley
That may as well have been
Hell on Earth
Lear jet swat team on a midnight run with the M-16 and the Ingram gun. We parachute in. We parachute out. Death from above we're screaming now. Strength and muscle and jungle work. Strength and muscle and jungle work.