The RisingSun Post

                                                       What is this urge to eat like a beast,                                                         Lay out the food and have a feast.                                                         Gluttony will ruin-- the soul,                                                         Fill the plates-- fill the bowls.                                                         Can't lose' the weight gain,                                                         The slop' is digested in vain.                                                         Grocery stores' running sales,                                                         Need cash' to make hunger bail.                                                         Stop this sinful cycle of glut,                                                         So the grub doesn't become your slut.

In professional sports, teams tend to make decisions about players' for the wrong reasons (off-the-field problems, past injuries, contracts, negative stats, etc.). Instead of looking at the bigger picture: on-the-field production. I have devised a simple formula' ranking the New Orleans Saints roster. It is better to take great talent, and then mold them into a position. POWER RANKINGS: Offense: D. Brees: 288 M. Ingram: 174 M. Colston: 125 K. Stills: 114 P. Thomas: 81 T. Cadet: 72 K. Robinson: 63 J. Hill: 53 Defense: J. Galette: 120 C. Lofton: 29 D. Hawthone: 19 C. Jordon: 19 K. Vaccaro: 17 R. Humber: 11 K. Lewis: 11 A. Hicks: 10 P. Robinson: 10

                                                      Anxiety creeps in day and night,                                                      A mental illness that puts up a fight.                                                      How to rid' this evil curse,                                                      Medication' that doesn't disperse.                                                      Wondering mind, what do I do next,                                                      Can't grasp the moment, with these side effects.                                                      Temptation grows like a-- forbidden fruit,                                                      The devil takes over-- you belong in a group.                                                      Help me dear God--- to rid this foe,                                                      To live free--- or I want to go.

                                                             Johnny wasn't like the other cats,                                                              He was neither lean nor fat.                                                              Johnny' had grace,                                                             An ole cat' with whiskers on his face.                                                             Johnny was a- working cat,                                                             He'd come around- five o'clock flat.                                                             Sometimes, Johnny would be a-- bad cat,                                                            Where, I'd have to-- slap that ass.                                                            When Johnny be good-- life was grand,                                                            A lazy cat-- he would rarely stand.                          

Earths-atmosphere' can be fortified, with the development of a: Tokamak-emitter. This plasma- generating device' would emit a beam of highly charged particles into the ionosphere: creating a solar-lid, thus protecting the planet from deterioration.  This is a Tokamak-reactor-- which confines' plasma; the objective here is to blast' the hot-mass into the upper-atmosphere-- much like a nuclear reactor diffuses atomic particles through it's smoke stacks.