When Disaster Waves, I Try Not To

Self-inflicted Misery Smirks Under Its Crown Of Thorns.

The Eros Of Advertising Is Lurid But Not Specific.

Don Juan Tries Not To See The Skeptical Winks That Greet His Boasting.

My Obsessions Used To Be My Protectors, But Now They Have Taken Me Prisoner.

Until I Am Ready To Lose Weight, I Cannot See How Fat I Am.