My paws are bare.
But what do you care?
They do have things to say.
From others anyway.
Maybe go join a cult.
But what about bear caves?
Good place to throw raves.
Don't know, but making that would take bravado.
Yeah, that didn't really rhyme, did it?
Nah, but we're too drunk to care about that shit.
Why are you asking me? I just pulled an all nighter.
I do know writerly isn't a word though.
Is there another career you want to give a go?
I'm waiting and don't see squatley.
We're getting good at this made up rhyme stuff.
Add making up words and this author thing is tough.
Like with a cat paw up our ass we'll never need the facilities.
But those claws can get rather raw.
They ought to make a claw free law.
If they see you like this they may get pissed.
Yeah, they missed out on any organs from me.
That and they never got to play kickball with thee.
Do we really have to go through that noverty?
That wasn't even a good attempt to hide that we can't rhyme.
Maybe we'll sound poverty stricken and be paid like a street mime?
I hear listening to them can drive you a little mad.
Like your head being tossed on badly drawn skirts?
Or having cat paws stuck up your ass while the fleabag flirts.
He threw us away and we're stuck in this gown.
At least you don't have pine needles up yours.
No, I just got some blue man rooting through my drawers.
And there you are. The first puppet show has come due at my sand bar. The beer guys were Puppet-ed today. Who could be next at my bay? Which one is saying which? Bah, you can guess with my bait and switch. Would you like my paw stuck up your mass? It is okay, you can tell my little rhyming ass.
Later all, have a nice fall.