Thursday, June 22, 2017

A Little Attitude To The Platitude!

The cat rolls his eyes a bunch. So many are just out to lunch. I guess such things are ingrained in their brain. Easier than to think and cause pain.

Today there's a post from me.
It was meant to be.
Then why did I write it?
I think you mean you're full of shit.

Don't worry though.
Time heals all wounds, you know.
Like that missing arm.
Err ummm, hey it adds charm.

Good things come to those who wait.
Waiting, waiting, damn, I'll be dead at this rate.
Good things are such a liar.
I hope they catch fire.

The definition of insanity is doing the same thing and expecting different results.
I love to give this one some insults.
Am I insane for practicing and getting better at something?
Or do you want us all to be dumb and unable with your insane ring?

Everything happens for a reason.
Just like the changing of the season.
Like death, disease and Wal-Mart.
You never know what's in that cart.

What doesn't kill you will make you stronger.
Yeah, and it will also make every body part longer.
And I'm really a rhyming mutt,
That can actually talk out my butt.

Hard work pays off.
Ha! To that I scoff.
Maybe pays off those above,
Out the door you just get a shove.

Live each moment like it's your last.
Hmmm that would be a blast.
Dying every moment of every day.
Who doesn't want to live that way?

What goes around comes around.
So life is like a merry-go-round?
Where is the quarter slot?
I want to believe....not!

And now we're done.
Wasn't this fun?
It was just a meant to be trend,
Because everything works out in the end.

Umm in the end you croak? Is that really a good working poke? Pfffffffffffffft to all these platitudes. Just lots of nonsense from human dudes. Like saying my gas will cause miracles to befall on you. Just wait there for 1000 years at your zoo. Now the cat is through with his sass and bursting platitude bubbles with my little rhyming ass.

Fill your rummer, get drunk all summer.

Wednesday, June 21, 2017

Today We Yell And Tell!

The cat meows at the air. I think that is known at our lair. We meow and run. It just seems like fun. But you humans yell at things and it kinda makes you look like dingalings.

The system is corrupt.
I'm going to erupt.
Yell and scream along.
The system is so wrong.

Guess what screamer?
You're quite the dreamer.
I mean to think a system can hear you,
Now that is imagination through and through.

What a dumb computer you are.
I want to hit you with my car.
Why are you so slow?
I really want to know.

Sorry, HAL won't come out to play.
You're computer doesn't care what you say.
But keep on yelling.
I'm sure that will inspire telling.

Work, you stupid thing.
My arms I fling.
My voice I raise.
Don't you see my evil gaze?

No ears or eyes.
Boy, you aren't wise.
Machines aren't that quick.
Maybe they need a kick?

Why are you making me lose?
This isn't new news.
But you are a shitty site.
Took all my money tonight.

It took what you gave?
Wow, quite the rant and rave.
But keep up your rambling,
Blame the site for your gambling.

Why, why me.
Why, oh why on a spree.
Why, oh why oh why.
I just want to die.

Talking to air?
Damn, that's rare.
A bit of an exaggeration we think.
If not, go see a shrink.

Should I go on? Some may even yell at the lawn. The damn thing won't grow. Oh no! Let's yell at the grass. Now that has such class. I think I will pass and just eat it with Cass. Do you yell over passed gas? You humans sure are more noisy than my little rhyming ass.

Fill your rummer, get drunk all summer.

Tuesday, June 20, 2017

Phone Home With A Roam!

The cat will give you a look and you'll know at my nook. Whether I want food or brushing, you better start gushing. Think I am hard? Look at the signals from your own yard.

Here we go,
To and fro.
Fro and to.
Can be true.

Shirt is on.
Shirt if off.
Out at dawn.
Give a fake cough.

All hangs out.
All tightly fit.
A nice smell about,
Or the smell of shit.

A nicely mowed lawn.
Grass up to your ass.
Proving your brawn,
Giving some sass.

A simple Hello.
A simple eye roll.
Staying mellow.
A smile and stroll.

A new dress.
A new suit.
More before less,
The horn gets a toot.

Holding hands.
Getting drunk.
Singing to bands,
Cleaning your trunk.

Playing games.
Running home.
Shouting names,
Carrying a comb.

A simple nod.
A simple look.
Fishing for cod,
Out on a brook.

Right or wrong.
To or fro.
A whole new song,
High and low.

What do they all have in common today? Each and every one on display. All signals from you. You signal others in everything you do. Even if it's just a sneeze or a walk out in the breeze. Some signal always comes to be. Now don't you think it is easier to decipher those of me? Feed or scoop my crap. Easy peasy as I take a nap. And your signals can mean many things in mass. Far too much work to decipher for my little rhyming ass.

Experience spring, have a fling.