I was born in the summer of my 47th year coming home to a place my mazel’d ever been before

Time marches on and for mere mortals it marches to the beat of its own… which is how we got rhythm But the immortals found

When you have to share everything else you can still hog the blame pie

Gaslight, gas bright First-class I seek tonight I wish I may I wish I might Have the wishful thought

Words get in the way and a picture is worth a thousand words

It could be the truth if it couldn’t go viral But it’s definitely pravda if it speeds our downward spiral

The original version’s working title was The Giveth and Taketh Away Tree but Silverstein couldn’t get it published

There was no end in sight but we put an end to that by losing our sight And all we could hear was the sound of violence

Let there be light blight and hindsight

I used to have my own opinions then I started sharing them

Nero fiddles while Rome burns? Fiddle-de-dee! Nero riddles but Rome never learn…

When I started telling my employe… Apologies in advance! they still felt compelled by decor… No apologies needed which was how I ended exploitation

All self-help books boil down to this: You can’t fold a piece of paper more than 7 times but if you could fold it 103 times

Because a man is only as good as h… you’ll know he means what he says when you see him do it But on social media a man is only his words

In the story of The boy who cried wolf There was no wolf Until there was And there still is