Should we all start singing "Morning Has Broken" by Cat Stevens? :)
All right, I saw this post title this morning, and it rattled about my cranium and this popped out:(with apologies to John Lennon and Yoko Ono)So this is is SaturdayAnd what have you done?You've burned out the old onesAnd fed on the young.And so this is is SaturdayI'd hoped you would seeAnother day's labourYou just got for free.Have a very merry weekend But don't mind us hereStill grading these papersAnd squand'ring our beer.And so this is is SaturdayDrive off in your carUpholstered in leatherLike some movie star.And so happy SaturdayYou're well off the hookYou'll miss all the problemsIf you never look.Have a very merry weekendWith an extra day offI wouldn't want to rain onYour big game of golf.So this is is Saturday,And what have you done?You've burned through your eldersAnd eaten your young.But so here it's SaturdayI dare you to sayThat we're all just luckyWe get any pay.But then come CommencementThe Kool-Aid we drinkConvinces us minionsYour shit doesn't stink.
The genius that is OPH!(and may I tape the 2nd verse to my president's door?)
Please to use at your own risk ;-) If you do, please let us know. In addition to the line in my CV about my publicaton in a pre-eminent, peer-reviewed, academic journal, I want to put in something about how I am a close advisor to the president.
I meant to ask: is your president upholstered in leather, too?
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Jesus, Cal, keep it together. It's 2 in the morning in Auckland and it's pouring down rain. I think I saw a beastie in the tub. What I wouldn't give to be standing by those roses and pulling out a 7 iron!
My advice, don't get used to the local time. Whenever I leave Ohio for the east coast, I just leave my watch the way it is. Don't want none of that jet lag!
The Rose (with apologies to Amanda McBroom and Bette Midler)Some say life, it is a journey And we all make our own road.Some say life, it is a cipherAnd we all must crack the code.Some say life, it is a memoThat you forgot to send.I say life, it is an old songThat goes darker at the end.It's the mind too closed for learning That bids our souls to weep.It's the heart too numb for yearning That shakes us from our sleep. It's the one who nonchalantlyLets it ride till it gets tense,And the gut reacts absurdlyWhen the brain disdains all sense.In your Sisyphean struggleThat has only just begun,When the victor takes the spoilsAnd the second best gets none,Just remember in the gardenThere's a fragile bloom that growsIf the winter's cold had spared it, But in the spring it always snows.
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