A paraprosdokian poem, really.
|A dog that barks makes for good company when the night seems frozen
and all your friends are away on that holiday they forgot to mention.
Beauty is only as deep as the needle can go before getting sued.
God helps those who don’t need it but accept it anyway out of politeness.
Rolling stones gather no moss because moss wants nothing to do
with something so afraid of commitment.
If it’s not broke, hide it before the world sees that something got
past its malignant gaze.
Forgive and remember the score so that no one can say you started it.
Don’t bite the hand that is always waiting for an excuse to make a fist.
A rose by any other name loses its inheritance and ends up poor, alone,
and forgotten by all except the dead.
Time steals the wisdom won through hard-earned wounds given to us
by lovers and friends.
It takes a thief to know the things in life that can’t be replaced.
History repeats only the most sensational parts because the rest bores us.
And a mother knows that no matter how many times she calls, the feeling
of relief she gets when you finally pick up never leaves her.