The world has gone to heck And heck is hell Minus the pleasure

I used to fear That it would take all my strength Just to go on Now I just know That all my strength is for going…

Social media– the bureaucracy of the people– is an eternal now where you always have just enough time

When the panacea for the pandemic was stored inside Pandora’s Box we ended up inside the panopticon

One woman’s sunk cost is another woman’s sunken treasure

Starting gun to my head I’ll finish what you started And run the race By running in place

An overreaction used to tell you who was guilty Now it’s just another link in

We confuse freedom for the act of choosing when our frontal lobe has no choice but to choose just as a heart must beat

We are all of us unreliable narrators Some of us just make a living at it

I’ve long since stopped working on myself but I work overtime on my curated self

It was an offer I thought I couldn’t refuse: You can sit there and take it Or leave it Having nowhere to go

It’s not just that “Man is wolf to man” It’s that he has always known this about himself and yet

Steely Dan sings “I don’t wanna do your dirty work… again and again only once intoning “I foresee terrible trouble

You cannot beat God in any sport but you can tie Him in bowling

Growing up was hard enough when we just had cliques not today’s clicks upon cliques