So the cat was hopping here and there and reading how some people have to watch what they say at their lair. I guess work places frown on such things as being honest in the blogland wings.
Do you care,
What you say at our lair?
Like if some one sees it,
They'll have a fit?
Poor work sees your blog.
Oopsy, they learn you're a word hog.
At least they see you can spell.
Who cares if you said a co-worker has a bad smell.
Most are wise though,
Being vague with what they show.
But even then they whine.
They say you crossed a line.
You said GMO is trash.
That gave them a bad rash.
Oopsy, you can't say that.
Should keep things under your hat.
Yeah, that is right.
Keep your head down day and night.
Be a worker drone,
And clock out at the tone.
Have no opinion for yourself.
Be happy like a Gerber elf.
That is all we really want.
Your words on whatever can really haunt.
Pffft says the cat.
You're the dingbat.
Did I offend?
Nope, won't amend.
There are some things you don't say,
Just because it is civil at your bay.
But most crap I just let fly.
Don't like it, go fry.
Don't even claim to be always right.
But I'll say what I want at my site.
And if you get your undies in a bunch,
Maybe you need more fiber for lunch.
Some basics and really personal things many hide for a reason,
But then that can change with a new season.
So do you care,
What you say at your lair?
Thankfully, besides a few haters at my gate, no one has cared about my rhyming fate. And if they did at my sea, whether work or someone I knew personally, tough luck. The cat won't pass the buck. I think it helps being a crazy rhyming cat though. Would you tone it down or care at your show? The cat would just pass some gas and continue on being a little rhyming ass.
Enjoy your winter, smash a printer.