Why in Baste Eyes my Form checks expect
Yet cast my Security for his Expense
Which, I suppose, that Report I prefect
Was a File un-welcomed for my Good Sense
Though, I assure, was all to contribute
For his Sweets added to his Nationed Chest
That, to chillax, take Tidbits absolute
And brisk the New Day for his Talent's Best
Now this, resolved to wax Slime and Conflict
Thus put my Loyalty to Terms reset
More fruitful, more pruned, from Pride's Tome inflict
Then this Orrery - strike Rocks to Sky's bet.
In turn perhaps recover from this Fling
On Muted Clouds do those Falcons still Sing.

I figured out the meaning of life
Just chillax

~

over or under,
it's all the flap;
the ins and outs
enough to make
a guy snap.
seriously folks,
whats all the yap
bout how you roll
in the cleanup of “that”?
wish everyone
would try to relax;
your fuss is enough to
make an addict relapse!
those who are saying
"you gotta adapt,"
i say, "don’t gotta!" and,
"they’re full of crap!"
cuz no matter
the direction, it
still beats burlap!
so however you like
for the roll to unwrap,
please can't we agree to
roll with it, baby?
i think that somebody
needs to chillax!

~

*post script.

just in case anyone wondered if this writer could be anything but serious and sad...  http://diply.com/different-solutions/over-vs-under-toilet-paper-debate/106314

My Abandonment Issues cordially invite your Abandonment Issues to usurp their lack-of-****-togetherness with a fusion of festivities!

What: A.I. Fusion Fest
Where: Sunny Padded Land
When: Now - You Can Never Leave

Activities Include:

- Acro Yoga
- Tandem Biking
- Graffiti Affirmation Wall
- Cuddle Puddle Grotto
- Synchronized Trust-Falls
- Sock Puppet Heart-to-Hearts
- Fear Archery w/ Custom Targets

Don’t miss the main event!

Three-Legged Race

Utilizing all the greatest affixing technologies (including, but not limited to: rope, Duct Tape, Super Glue, Gorilla Glue, wet cement, bungees, resistance bands and all variety of *******), the race will begin by the Fountain of Unknowns, ascend over Mount Paranoiac and finish down in the Valley of Chillax AF, where there will be infinite punch and pie.

No need to RSVP. You’re coming.

:)

I use my pen to get rid of this overwhelming frustration….
When my life feel lost with no direction.
I call out but all that silence is the answer….
It really looks like I’m backed in a corner.
This is really when I’m truly at my truest…
Even when the whole world is acting stupid…
I’ll fight till I die!!
If not for me, then for my family’s pride...
So I’ll fight till I die as I said before….
A true champion I am …right to the core.
Don’t stress or don’t run or even make a fuss…
I’m rhyming aren’t I …without having to cuss.
So sit back relax I swear I’ll make it to the moon…
Without any help it looks like…I’ll still be there soon.
At the top I’ll look down to scurrying ants…
I’m up here I’ll call …just listen to their chants.
In my head it comes loud a voice screaming you fool,
Just chillax!... This dark time will be over soon.
To those reading and think this is not tough…
You try telling a story that rhymes with like...stuff…
This is a skill so why try and act buff.
I’ll slay your thoughts with my written rhyme….
I challenge you …no dare you… to give this a try….
When you fail remember what I said….. This is not easy, just ask the demons inside my head.