Quitting How much grit do you think you’ve got? Can you quit a thing that you like a lot? You may talk of pluck; it’s an easy word, And where’er you go it is often heard; But can you tell to a jot or guess Just how much courage you now possess? You may stand to trouble and keep your grin, But have you tackled self-discipline? Have you ever issued commands to you To quit the things that you like to do, And then, when tempted and sorely swayed, Those rigid orders have you obeyed? Don’t boast of your grit till you’ve tried it out, Nor prate to men of your courage stout, For it’s easy enough to retain a grin In the face of a fight there’s a chance to win, But the sort of grit that is good to own Is the stuff you need when you’re all alone. How much grit do you think you’ve got? Can you turn from joys that you like a lot? Have you ever tested yourself to know How far with yourself your will can go? If you want to know if you have grit, Just pick out a joy that you like, and quit. It’s bully sport and it’s open fight; It will keep you busy both day and night; For the toughest kind of a game you’ll find Is to make your body obey your mind. And you never will know what is meant by grit Unless there’s something you’ve tried to quit. (Can't take credit for this, just love it so much)

Never I never put my things away. I never dust my room. I never fix the things I break. I never use a broom. I never take the garbage out. I never buy the food. I never get embarrassed when a person sees me nude. I never clean the table tops. I never scrub the floors. I never turn the TV off. I never lock the doors. I never wash the dinner plates. I never say a word. I never knew that #life would be so easy for a bird!

Addiction Devil Well, it's nice to finally meet you. I've been waiting for your call. I've noticed you've been crying, And, I've watched you pace the halls. Whatever has been hurting you, I can make it disappear. You know you have nothing to lose, Nothing to live for, nothing to fear. Thank you, for your invention. I'll be sure not to leave your side. We'll become very fast acquainted. My naive child, there's no use trying to hide. I should probably introduce myself. I am your very own addiction. But, you can not be angry with me. I am you own self-conviction. I bet you feel rather stupid, Falling right into my lap. I'm a master at manipulation. You'll never escape my trap. How does it feel to dance with the Devil? For he and I are one in the same. God, has completely abandoned you, So, you might as well stay in the game. Are you honestly going to try and beat me? A useless battle if you want to know. Go ahead and make an attempt. Besides, I'm in the mood for a good show. I guess, you think your special. But, your sobriety has only lasted a year. I'm still around every corner, In the back of your mind I'm your greatest fear. I'll always be your dirty little secret. I won't disappear over time. Twenty years from now you may falter, And, I'll be the first thing that comes to mind. A vicious cycle, that’s what your thinking, But, I'm only speaking the truth. I'm Satin's weapon of mass destruction. The silent killer of America's youth. It's genius when you think of it. Everyone's looking for some Armageddon war. But, what the fools don't realize, Is everyday Armageddon walks through their front door

Hiding In The Closet A guy gets home early from work and hears strange noises coming from the bedroom. He rushes upstairs to find his wife naked on the bed, sweating and panting. "What's up?" he asks. "I'm having a heart attack!" cries the woman. He rushes downstairs to grab the phone, but just as he's dialing, his four-year-old son comes up and says, "Daddy! Daddy! Uncle Ted's hiding in your closet, and he's got no clothes on!" He slams the phone down and storms upstairs into the bedroom, past his screaming wife. He rips open the closet door. Sure enough, there is his brother, totally naked, cowering on the floor. "You bastard," says the husband. "My wife is having a heart attack, and you're running around with no clothes on scaring the kids!"

False Image I don't like the ranking aspect of Opuss. I think it takes away the ethos of a love of words and is simply a competition.