Why are most of our choices evil, immoral, and just plain bad? One day we will pay for those paths!

By No Means I Can Realize is a poem.

Some people jump ship at the first sign of trouble.

Seems like the days get shorter and shorter with more and more needing done.

A funny rhyme about skiving off work.

It pays to have the right attitude.

As I lay here on my death bed I realize my soul is lead…