Asses & Angels

One City philosopher said, “You’re no real intellectual until you can stand in a warm, dusty library and hear the books breathe.”

With City consciousness, you come in with asses, and pray to leave with angels.

Since “Only the powerless get angry,” is it any wonder we’re all mad?

Never sing, hum, or compose a folk song unless you’re TOTALLY out of bullets.

All enjoinders to “try harder<” are actually pleas to “be smarter.”

J.