Who somehow run businesses and still carpool. They answer DMs while cooking some rice, And smile through chaos like “Everything’s nice.” They launch new courses with one eye half shut, While stepping on Legos and yelling “WHAT?!?” They schedule Zoom calls, then break up a fight, And somehow still post “Good morning!” each night. They’re building communities, brands, and empires, While children are setting the kitchen on fire. They post about mindset, success, and wealth Then hide in the bathroom for five minutes of health. Their laptops got fingerprints, jelly, and glue, Their coffee’s gone cold around quarter past two. Their “office” has crayons and socks on the floor, And someone keeps screaming outside of the door. But let’s be real these moms are elite, Running whole kingdoms in slippers and sweats. Skool founders by day, superheroes for life, CEOs with WiFi and snack-duty strife. So here’s to the moms who grind without rest, Running communities better than the best. May your kids nap early, your WiFi stay cool, And your notifications stop for once on Skool. — Jason Strickland The Art of Poetry Community on Skool

The Art of Poetry Community has now 2 Anthology community books published on Amazon with now Global distribution. Soon to be in libraries Walmart Target Barnes and Apple and Google. Love my community and we are working on our third one. Check it out on Amazon.com

This is for the new founders that are wondering how you get new members. A special shout-out to @Donny Baker for turning my poem into a song

A bunch of Skool founders boarded a ship, Thinking, “This Antarctica thing? Easy trip.” They packed fancy jackets, took selfies with pride Then the ocean said, “Cute,” and rocked them side to side. The winds were so brutal they couldn’t depart, Half the group questioned their life from the start. Stuck in Argentina watching weather reports, While somebody stress-ate three pounds of airport snacks for sport. Then finally sailing! The dream was alive! For about forty minutes then nobody survived. Founders turned green in a terrible scene, Rich people discovering waves are mean. Laptops abandoned. No business advice. Just grown adults whispering, “Never again Christ.” One guy hugged a bucket like true love was found, Another walked sideways kissing the ground. Then Antarctica showed up all icy and grand, And somehow these maniacs still kayaked and land. Penguins stood watching like tiny black judges, Probably thinking, “Humans are idiots confirmed by hundreds.” Then came the polar plunge. Lord help us all. Nothing unites humans like terrible calls. People screamed so loud the glaciers might crack, And every single person instantly wanted back. By Jason Strickland The Art of Poetry Community Now Goose is home planning another wild fuss, Driving founders around in a giant Skool bus. At this point nobody asks “Why?” anymore… They just pack Dramamine and head for the door.

u may have noticed ive been MIA the last few days dude. u have no idea. next week is gonna be a BIG one 1. I am FINALLY releasing my first major offer in the last 2 years (its been a LONG time coming) 2. we also release our first world tour documentary 3. and one other surprise... brace urself. these things have been 2 years coming... and ive been bustin my ASSS so i hope u luv em