Events

Waiting at a restaurant bar To meet my wife for dinner And this woman walks in Can’t help staring at her I mean, this girl is hot Rounded and tight, wicked curves When she turns, I hold my breath My god, she has incredible curves She’s a little short, but whatever A body like that, who cares about height? She’d be tall enough in my bed On her back or on all fours It’s all good, all she’s got Hair pulled back in a ponytail Skin-tight T-shirt, cut low and high Bright orange short shorts, and tight Ah...

The Buddha did not drive his car at 7:45am He never faced the corporate hierarchy No student loans weighed on his shoulders He walked away from his marriage The Buddha had the freedom to choose, to explore He taught us to accept the inevitability of change He told us that letting go = serenity And this path lies between asceticism and opulence Well, I try to walk the Middle Way I try to accept that change happens But I slip a little in rush hour traffic A little more working in my cubicle A little more...