What NCIS Has Taught Me...What NCIS Has Taught Me:More Like This
Rule #1: Never let Gibbs go without his coffee
Rule #2: Never sweeten Gibbs' coffee.
Rule #3: Never call Gibbs 'Jethro' (Rule doesn't apply to Ducky or Director Sheppard)
Rule #4: Never get Ziva angry.
Rule # 5: Don't read Probie's book.
Rule #6: Don't sleep with cute Asian chicks. (This rule excludes Palmer)
Rule #7: Don't let Ziva drive.
Rule #8: Don't trust Israelis. (Excluding Ziva )
Rule #9: .Don't say 'Fore' when Ducky's holding a Nibblick (nine-iron)
Rule #10: Always carry a knife
Rule #11: Don't lick DiNozzo. (This rule excludes Ziva. She can lick him all she wants.)
Rule #12: Never date a co-worker.
Rule #13: Never call Abby 'Abigail'. (This rule excludes Ducky)
Rule #14: There's no such thing as "coincidence".
Rule #15: Don't drink Gibbs' soup.
Rule #16: .Don't let the car get stolen.
Rule #17: Guilty until proven innocent
Rule #18: Don't let Probie see blood.
Rule #19: Don't leave your bleach tray in.
Rule # 20: Vomit does count as evidenc
The Suicide GenerationWelcome back to the dark ages,More Like This
Welcome back oh plague and sin.
Living on our meager wages,
And to temptation giving in.
Hiding in our homes like cages,
Drowning our thoughts with tonic and gin.
We've banished our wisest sages,
And buried ourselves up to our chin.
This is the generation of suicide.
These are the days of blight.
We are the one who wished we died,
Instead of rising to the fight.
Some give up before they tried,
They never try to do it right.
Although they stand side-by-side,
They will never see the light.
And To-morrow they will take no action.
And To-morrow they will piss and moan.
Today is lacking satisfaction,
The seeds not planted, have not grown.
The line they wait to take their ration,
Stretches to the great unknown.
Pace to your grave without passion,
Now lie beneath the dirt and stone.
As time begins to pass us by,
And our bodies begin to decay,
We are left to wonder why.
Why are we here today?
I look upon a beautiful sky
As the sun begins to stray.
Train WreckThat pile of carcasses splayed on the track,More Like This
Was filled with hopes and dreams.
Lost love and lost potential,
Much more precious than they once had seemed.
Bad timing or bad karma,
The cruelest twist of fate.
A simple turn of someone's head
Or an act spurred on by hate.
The innocent and dishonest
Blend together in this mess.
A tangled web of memories
and miseries never confessed.
The pour of tears on faces,
In the light and in the dark.
The pain of those who knew them not,
and of those who once had felt that spark.
A glow pulled gently from their eyes,
The cold ones and the warm,
Into the hands of someone else
and at first it does no harm.
The effect is not a ripple,
but an earthquake in disguise.
Leaving shattered trails of things that were
On streets cobble stoned with lies.
So we close with not a single loss,
but that of many men.
We're left with shells of humans passed
Just abandoned bodies in the end.