I wrote a note to the devil,
and told him to desist,
Tempting me with cake, and candy,
and all those other sweets.

You see my waist is growing,
and I can not wear my clothes.
This causes quite an uproar,
when I go to the store.

I simply will not buy new clothes,
until my waist I've found.
I know it's in there somewhere,
under all these pounds.

So everyone please take care,
cause the devil, he don't fight fair.
He lives in Walmart down isle three,
next to the rockey road icecream.

Sorry for all the confusion.
If your looking for my daily profusion.
I have come up blank today.
Seems I have nothing to say.
I know my husband will shout hooray.

If I could just turn back time,
would loving you be such a crime.
Which one is it I would choose,
the man you were, or the man I loose.

For you were young once, full of hope.
That was before your heart, I broke.
We use to have such great expectations,
Before life showed us our limitations.

You were scared of what you lacked,
And with hurtful words, I shoved you back.
For fear of losing what we had,
We lost what could have been; so sad.

I made the you, you are today,
A man lost in my angry ways.
Where to turn and who to trust,
for all your dreams, I had crushed.

But it was me, that was so scared.
And my angry words; that wasn't fair.
I loved you once and then I changed you.
What a fool I was to blame you.

Everything good starts with a pick and a guitar.  In some mystical way when the guitar starts to play, the tones and the truth and the tales ride the waves, the waves of sound in the air, in the air. If I close my eyes while the music plays, will this moment be remembered forever, forever.  The bodies around me are holding me up, we all bounce, and we move, and we move, like we're one. There is no me, only us, only us, and this BOOM, BOOM, BOOM,BOOM.  And the sound is in control, that's why they call it rock-n-roll.  Forget who you are. Forget where your at, forget, forget,... remember. You feel so small, so small,... so big.  All this love, this love, we are all made of love.  And on the way home, your ears ring and they ring and the smile on your face tells it all,... tells it all.  And the feeling is filling and satisfying.

There are some people on this planet, that came here years ago in a space ship. They are called Pickers and they came from the planet Bnegative, in the Talkalot star system. They had to flee their planet because they had amassed a great negative attitude, which caused the planet to be swallowed by a blackhole.
     You can usually avoid the Pickers if you see them in time.  Here are a few examples that will help you identify Pickers.  Pickers amass a great negative attitude that repels other people.  For instance, if a Picker comes into a crowded room, the crowd will bunch up together like a school of fish, hoping to avoid eye contact with the Picker.  Also, when Pickers find something wrong they will immediately  correct you, then go on to tell you why you are wrong, when you became wrong, and what went wrong.
     Pickers will pick, pick, pick, pick, pick at you until hell freezes over or the PickEs clothes catch on fire or dies.  In that case the Picker will immediately find another person to complain about the cold, heat, or smell, of last said person.
     There is no way to win an argument with a Picker, so it is best to nod your head in agreement until an escape route can be found.  As a last resort you can grab some poor soul  as they walk by and quickly introduce him to the Picker, then walk or run away, leaving the innocent bystander in your stead.
     Pickers believe that if someone is wrong and they do not immediately tell that person they are wrong, the earth will  then blow up.
     Now, occasionally one Picker will find another Picker and start Pickering the other Picker.  This usually ends in spontaneous combustion for both Pickers.
     But, recently, scientist have found a planet that is suitable for humans.  So pack your bags and grab your ticket to the planet Apossitive in the Farout Galaxy, where nothing is wrong and everyone is right.