HEY GUYS PUT UP SOME POEMS OR ANY OF THOSE SORT

WHAT IS LIFE LIFE WITHOUT BEAUTIFUL WORDS

Thanks, and Regards------> pink_BigGuns

I'm in the mafia

I'm a member of the mafia...in a sense
I spend all my time dressed in a black suit with the IT group.
We walk by each other making each other tense.
We carry our visual aids as if we were a military troupe,
Ready to fire at anyone who tries to beat us.
We don't lose this game.
We act, scream, cry, speak, smoke, and cuss.
With every action we live up to our name.

I'm a member of the mafia...I guess.
We carry black books as our currency.
We win, and don't settle for less.
We are a family with no mercy.
I wish I could say we were friends,
But that's only for show.
We would watch each other fall on our heads,
And not even blink for the foe.

I'm a member of the Speech team mafia...for life

I like football (soccor) poem.

1. I like football
2. Its really fun
3. I am always muddy
4. When we are done

1. I like football
2. Its really good
3. Playing on the field
4. We get covered in mud

1. I like football
2. Man U is my team
3. For 3 seasons
4. We won the dream

1. I like football
2. Newcastle can't win
3. Their new strip
4. Belongs in the bin

1. I like football
2. Sunderland can't play
3. When they are on the pitch
4. They look proper gay.

I love my job...

I love my job, I love the pay!

I love it more and more each day!

I love his boss and all the rest.

I love my office and its location, I hate it when i take vacation.

I love my furniture drab and grey, and the piles of paper that grow each day!

I think my job is really swell, there's nothing more i love so well.

I love to work among my peers, I lover their leers, and jeers and sneers.

I love my computer and it's software;

I hug it often thought it won't care. I love each program and each file.

I'd love them more if they worked once in a while.

I'm happy to be here I am, I am.

I'm the happiest slave of the firm I am.

I love my work, I love these chores.

I love the meetings with deadly bores.

I love my job - I'll say it again - I even love those friendly men.

Those friendly men, who've come today,

In clean white coats to take me away!!!!!!

Dedicated to all MR addicts at work - written by some genius, some time.

here's one relating to TSCOSP

Stoners live and Stoners die.

but in the end we all get high

so if at first you don't succeed

fuck the world and smoke some weed

A wise old owl sat on an oak; The more he sat the less he spoke; The less he spoke the more he heard, Why can�t we be like that wise old bird?

Ride into this world All alone God takes your soul You�re on your own. The crow flies straight A perfect line On the devil�s back Until you die. Gotta look this life in the eye.

What the fuck?