It takes two cups of pure nicotine
to wake me up in the pearly morning;
When I drive to work;
where I drive for work;
then I drive from work--
Just finding the drive to do this is...*sigh*... work.
That's for sure.
My friend Guy once said,
"I hope I die of happiness,"
But then choked on his own spit.
His epitaph reads:
"Life is full of shit--
Learn how to take but not to give it."
Lessons learned after words are often useless.
We would whittle away at this chessboard for hours
and our sour stalemate wouldn't splinter.
This could outlast winter.
Sorry we say "I'm sorry".
Oh well, okay. Let's go to sleep.