Chick fil A fridays?

That sounds good even for a vegetarian, godless palate like mine.

Other activities could include wholesome activities like matinée thursdays, hiking over the hump of the mid week, and mystery wheel mondays.

~Aizen

a group of friends decided to get high and write down things of subject matter on a small piece of paper and place them in container for someone else to blindly dip into and write a small poem about. I chose "fart sniffing"..........

Invisible Bliss

I sometimes like to have gassy flatulence on cotton made fabrics. I then take that very fabric and place it about my face, taking in that invigorating, moistened warmth . A surge of peace, triumph and tranquility, which is born in my nasal canals, rips thru my entire body, finally retiring at my soul. I have given birth to a silent utopia, in which I can always reflect upon, until the need arises to do it again.........I am free.

Could you survive without a nine to five,
Like you're imprisoned till your dying day
But have no boss to hold you to the stone,
And rather die than work until your gray?

Is life more than just work and dread
Where you're replaced when you are dead,
Just as disposable as plastic's mold
Or are you evolution's crown of gold?

WRESTLING SECTION: Who is better on the mic The Rock or Roddy Piper?

I would say The rock is the greatest talker in WWE history. He was also comedic as well. The crowd got behind him more than they...

Is this a good poem?

Anger
Anger is the man pulling my strings.
He tells me what to do,
And I obey.
Anger doesn't like the things you do,
And sometimes the things you say.
When I yell at you,
When I hit you,
Remember it's not me.
It's anger.
As I am a puppet,
And anger pulls my strings.

You could make it more rhythmic contracting I am

I'm from a warm and loving place that kept me
inch by inch and day by day
as safe and sound as I could be. (mom's womb)

I'm from a blossomed cherry tree
that makes me smell like I
was heaven sent and lovely.