To break up with your significant other just say I need space To break it off

I wear black socks On the outside Because black is how I feel In the onside

In the face of loss I staved off loss of control by gainsaying a loss for words

The mean streets of easy street Lack any meaning– To get there, try going crazy But everybody knows You’d be crazy to try

Maya Angelou says we have one hand to help others and one hand to help ourselves

It’s not that we are past The point of no return But that we the people Have invested our life savings In scorn for our neighbor

I need the guy who trains your mind so that you can walk barefoot across hot coals to come to my house

When did we ditch the Pledge of Allegiance for the wedge of a grievance

Imagine what the mannequins say to… as they go their separate ways fro… as each ships out from the factory A religious mannequin says: There, but for the grace of God,…

We treat life as if Postponing the inevitable When we should be busy Preparing for the inestimable

I may have a way with words but the metaverse is fast doing away with words

Initially, as you approach hell it feels like you’re getting a warm welcome

I’ll go those who want to live on forever in their apartment… one better– I’ll never even leave

I know I’m losing an argument with my friends when my thoughts turn to lunch I know I’m winning when I’m about to lose my lunch

In polite society The most threatening words are alw… I’m disappointed in you Which is politesse for There’s a knife in you