Yet as we ride horses wherever the map indicates: Nothing needs to change. And the reasons don't matter. I expect that all the facts will be part of my baggage. But it's not too late to change- Your Computer Poet forces me to submit to his will. You always knew that, didn't you? He should have been a stand-up comic. Just as peace is about to break out - And likes to get undressed. And marks his sex life on his calendar as the world turns .