Speak your mind
And you're a gossip.

Conceal the truth
And you're a snob.

Point this out
And you're a hypocrit.

Friends, you and me....
You brought another friend....
And then there were 3....
We started our group....
Our circle of friends....
And like that circle....
There is no beginning or end....

Yesterday is history.
Tomorrow is mystery.
Today is a gift.

Unhappy tree with words inscribed thereon;
A lovestruck sap has writ his love on you,
And not a drop of ink to you forgone;
And like his love your bark will not renew.

Unhappy grave with epitaph on tomb.
So many weap for those above the earth;
But not a drop of tears upon your womb
Could give the dead within a second birth.

O, happy flower with words that none can hear
(The one that worries not for rain or light)
Who lessons love-lost mourners cease their tears
By living never fearing sunless night.
And asks, "What good can cursive curses bring
And why to grave engravings do you cling?"

In the beginning was the Plan.
And then came the Assumptions.
And the Assumptions were without form.
And darkness was upon the face of the Workers.
And they spoke among themselves, saying, "It is a crock of shit, and it stinketh."
And the workers went unto their Supervisors and said, "It is a pail of dung, and none may abide the odour thereof."
And the Supervisors went unto their Managers, saying, "It is a container of excrement, and it is very strong, such that none may abide by it."
And the Managers went unto their Directors, saying, "It is a vessel of fertiliser, and none may abide it's strength."
And the Directors spoke amongst themselves, saying one to another, "It contains that which aids plant growth, and it is very strong."
And the Directors then went onto the Vice Presidents, saying unto them, "It promotes growth and is very powerful."
And the Vice Presidents went unto the President, saying unto him, "This new plan will actively promote the growth and vigour of the company; with powerful effects."
And the President looked upon the Plan, and saw that it was good.
And the Plan became Policy.

This is How Shit Happens.