So dVerse and a rant. Not sure I have done both at the same time at my plant. Of course I probably did as the cat likes to once in a while flip his lid. Now away we go, not picking on anyone particular with my flow. Yeah, there are a few. That deserve a big screw you.
See something of worth,
An idea gives birth.
Wouldn't that be grand,
To show across the land.
But of course comes the rift,
As through the crap you sift.
Ending up with some,
That don't seem to talk out their bum.
Yet then comes the kicker,
The lights begin to flicker.
Putting you through such crap,
You never knew why you begun the lap.
Of course it will get done.
Maybe if you hold up a gun.
Other than that they are slack,
As they cause more flack.
Saying they will do,
Something that is just not true.
Instead like a cow they chew,
Having simply no friggin clue.
Then it comes to pass,
That they are nothing but another ass.
Which further goes to prove,
If you want things to move,
Better off doing them yourself.
Even fixing that shelf.
Only way you know it will get done,
When the cows come under your sun.
Eating their own regurgitation,
And having no acceleration.
Just a simple backwards flow,
Another ass in a row.
A two faced mask,
About any task.
So keep your wits,
For the cows are the pits.
Throw an apple at their head.
Or get all tippy and cause them dread.
For they will lie in the grass,
Proving they are just another lazy ass.
Now wasn't that grand? Those numb nuts the cat can't stand. Say they do it and then they do not. I guess they suffer from brain rot. Or just such human woes. Out their ears each brain cell blows. That would explain the look of a bass as they annoy my little rhyming ass.
Enjoy your winter, smash a printer.