Life is short but shorter still
If all your battles go uphill
So sometimes, keeping thoughts inside
Will help you have a smoother ride.
If you just can’t, at least you’ll know
Resentment will have room to grow,
Providing bumps along the road
From anger that has overflowed.
To keep your journey swift and straight,
When something starts to aggravate
Just suck it up and zip your lip
To guarantee a safer trip.
You need some gas? We'll, step right up
And pump it 'til you've had your fill
Unless you're in New Jersey, where
You best make sure you know the drill.
For it's the last remaining state
Where pumping gas is not allowed
Except for paid attendants and
Of this New Jerseyans are proud.
So even if you're in a rush,
You must sit in your car and wait
Until a service station guy
Can bother to accommodate.
And if you try to speed him up,
You'd better learn to zip your lip,
For then he'll wash your windshield,
Slowly, hoping to procure a tip.
When questioned why this law exists,
Which out-of-towners do detest,
A local politician said,
And I can just assume in jest:
Perhaps our Jersey diet
Full of greasy food's to blame;
Therefore, if we pump the gas ourselves,
We'll burst right into flame!
here I am
i'm pissed again
let others control my emotions
once more
damnit
be the bigger person
but i just joined a weight loss program
be the grown up, girlfriend
just another test
oh ya thanks
thanks a bunch
for another test
hug a tree
bite your tongue
zip your lip
spill your milk
just don't be a witch
for the lack of a more suitable word
Freudian Slip
Don't take this as a flippant quip
But you know what's showing?
Your Freudian Slip
You may think you're ultra hip
But your subconscious speaks
Through the words that slip
When you're flustered, try to get a grip
But you only make it worse
Over your tongue you trip
Don't bother trying to zip your lip
Let it all hang out from under
Your Freudian Slip
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Jungian Drawers
This is no mere jest or hype
But you're my kind of archetype
Cast upon Plutonian shores
What showing? It's my Jungian Drawers
The Collective Unconscious is how I know
That you love me, and boy, it shows
Freud and Adler are such wretched bores
To you, I'll toss my Jungian Drawers
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