Playing nice, my favorite vice,
Don’t think twice, roll the dice,
This high price, will it suffice
To see a slice of paradise?

You stole it from me
Your personality
Keep it anyway
I get a new one everyday
You way you left me blue
How you always do
To everyone around you
I watch you run amok
You didn’t know, you got this far on luck
Now you want to get back in track
Need someone to watch your back
I could have told you this before
Never liked me for my candor
So good luck with all of that
Smile when I catch you, flat and on your back

A Leo’s credo:
Gotta feed the ego,
Obey the libido
Set me free
And watch me go!

If we could not hate
We would be left with despair;
now, how would that be fair?

Emerson and Fuller,
Thoreau and Whitman,
Again and again, it has been written:
Nothing ever ends, death is no
Impasse;
So when you’re gone we’ll look for you,
In our Leaves Of Grass.

Take this pain, as a token
To trust the heart, is to be broken
The mind alone, sets you in motion