I am tired of tears and laughter,
And men that laugh and weep;
Of what may come hereafter
For men that sow to reap.
I am weary of days and hours,
Blown buds of barren flowers.
Desires and dreams and powers,
And anything but sleep.
A pick-ax and a spade, a spade
and a shrouding sheet.
O,a pit of clay to be made,
for such a guest to meet
Throws up another skull
There's another, Why that not be the skull of a CEO. Where be his inventions now, his transformationals, his share manuevers, his twisted tubular metal maddness, his tricks. Why does he suffer this rude knave to knock his noggin about with a dirty shovel, and will not tell him of his action of battery.
Like imperious Caesar dead and turned to clay.
Might plug a hole to keep the wind away.
Oh, that that earth which kept the world in awe.
Should patch a wall to expell the winter flaw.
This isnt some kind of trick to get us to watch a video and end up buying some Amway products is it? I have already ear marked my stupid money to help Mac in Sept by dragging my #$% 50 miles around the North Shore. I was told if you do it three years in a row they will name one of the rats after you.