Dear Robin
Hope you don't mind me writing, it's just that there's more than one thing I
Need to ask you. If you're so anti-fashion, why not wear flares, instead of

Dressing down all the same. it's just that looking like that I can express
My dissatisfaction.


Dear Robin
Let me explain, though you'd never see in a million years. Keep quoting
Cabaret, Berlin, Burroughs, J.G. Ballard, Duchamp, Beauvoir, Kerouac,

Kierkegaard, Michael Rennie. I don't believe you really like Frank Sinatra.

Dear Robin

You're always so happy, how the hell do you get your inspiration? you're
Like a dumb patriot. If you're supposed to be so angry, why don't you fight
And let me benefit from your right? don't you know the only way to change

Things is to shoot men who arrange things, Dear Robin
I would explain but you'd never see in a million years. Well, youve made
Your rules, but we don't know that game, perhaps I'd listen to your records

But your logics far too lame and I'd only waste three valuable minutes of
My life with your insincerity.


You see Robin, I'm just searching for the young soul rebels, and I can't
Find them anywhere. Where have you hidden them?


Maybe you should welcome the new soul vision