There are a bunch of different things. Only one poem about the political situation and… and Bush and the war and all of that. I would like to do more of those, and I think as soon as I get to Mexico and… and am not doing things like this, that's one of the things that I… I want to be working on. Otherwise, a… a lot of... has gone into the stuff about aging. The first was a poem called Post-TURP. You know what a TURP is? No. Trans-Urethral Resectioning of the Prostate. If your prostate is swollen, of course, you can't urinate. So they drill a new hole in it — through it — that's the trans… all right? My doctor, when this was done, didn't tell me that you would no longer ejaculate. The son of a bitch. He was… he was angry at me because I… I… he wanted me to come over and talk… talk to him, to be prepared for the operation. And… and I said, 'I don't have time to drive over there. We're getting packed to go to Mexico. Can't you please tell me over the telephone?' Well, so he told me a thing or two, and he never mentioned this. What happens is that the semen now goes into a little sac, and then you pass it during urination. But all of a sudden, I was finding that there was no… that nothing was being ejected. And this rather surprised me, and I had to call up the doctor and ask him about it. No, that's perfectly normal after this operation. So I have a poem about that. I have a poem about getting a pacemaker. Wait a minute; there's one other poem about something that happens to you as you get old. I can't remember what it is because one of the things that happens to you as you get old is that you can't remember.