Dead Weight

The cat heard this here and there and Fundy Blue gave it a go at her lair. Just proves that many humans are truly dumb. Or maybe just naive with their head up their bum. Or both could be the case. Would they call that umm what rhymes with spit on their face?

The virus is killing.

It sure isn't thrilling.

But just the sick and old.

They don't need to be in the fold.

Dead weight will be gone.

Who cares about their spawn.

They are no longer needed.

Just make sure their wills are deeded.

But let's not stop there.

Nope. There is more uselessness to spare.

The welfare bums can kick the bucket.

We don't need em, so fluck it.

Those parents gaming the system.

Let the virus go down there and twist em.

Then no more spawn will be had.

The kids can be adopted, so it ain't so bad.

Next those illegals can go.

They are so bad, you know.

Let it take em all out.

No one will give a shout.

The useless reality tv stars?

No way. We have to protect them on Mars.

They are so so so great.

Old people and welfare bums can't relate.

People who just throw trash anywhere.

Bah, the woods has room to spare.

They are just using the space.

We need them in the human race.

Rich CEOs and the like.

They can't take a hike.

They are far more important than a garbage man.

One's President, so you must be a fan.

Rapists, abusers, murderers, child molesters, human traffickers, and other scum.

They are needed, so don't be dumb.

They keep prisons going and provide law enforcement with work.

You should realize this, you selfish jerk.

The old can just die and go.

No one will even have to know.

But reality tv stars we really need.

After all, they have egos they need to feed.

Pffffffft is all the cat can say. Actually I guess I said more above at our bay. Many of the so-called "old" people are using what they learned to create a vaccine or help with this crap. So you want them wiped off the map? And what about when you get old? Want to be tossed in a dumpster out in the cold? People are just super dumb. Normal won't be a thing for a long while and then some. So stop pretending like it will be and acting like it's only old people that will get pitched in the sea. For the record the cat doesn't want any to croak from it, but I wouldn't mind if some truly awful scum buckets took a hit. Now thanks to dumb humans this rant has come to pass. Such people can go get pelted by the stuff that comes out my little rhyming ass.

Stay away from dumb. They talk out their bum.

Off The Reservation!

There I was lying on the floor.

There was an interloper right next door.

I was prepared to make him run,

But that wasn't how the day was done.

Instead I had to go get Cass.

She had to help my rhyming ass.

Pat had vanished from our sea.

We had to find him so he could feed me.

I quickly spotted the culprit pair.

At least I thought so at our lair.

So I went in for a closer look.

Turns out they quickly got off the hook.

They were more interested in me.

They didn't make Pat leave or flee.

Plus, they kinda maybe sorta stunk.

They would just put Pat in a funk.

They joined our search as all mutts would.

Trying to prove they are great and understood.

But hey, they helped out a little bit.

I can take it even if they do eat umm spit.

Cassie and I then ventured out.

These three made us stop and shout.

Social distancing and all of that.

It was like talking to a wall or a wooden bat.

So we bit the bullet and went there.

That little poop machine was unaware.

He just wanted to play in the mud.

Sorry, we ain't gonna join you, bud.

That was when we saw this mutt.

He was still mad I bit him on the butt.

But he spilled all after whining about his caboose.

He said he saw Pat taken by a giant goose.

At first I thought him to be a nut,

But these guys backed up the wiener mutt.

He was a bit off on his claim though.

Humans in white were Pat's true foe.

So we did what anyone would do.

We scurried home to find these two.

They were fighting over who would drive.

Somehow I don't think either would survive.

They agreed to help break Pat free.

They started digging a tunnel so he could flee.

But they were just my clever distraction.

I put the true digging into action.

I found his little rubber room.

That place must sure spell doom.

Cassie watched for any guards.

We freed him and ran across many yards.

Then we needed a little break.

A nap we just had to take.

But we shouldn't have done that.

Now we always need to keep an eye on Pat.

For he went and did this.

The rubber room people will know something is amiss.

So it was time to lock him down.

No longer will he and his crazy wander town.

The mutts took the bones away.

They are good for a few things at their bay.

They chewed the thing to bits.

I hope they don't get the shits.

And as for Cassie and little old me.

Now we have to take turns at our sea.

Always watching that crazy Pat.

If only I didn't need him to feed and scoop and things like that.

Have you ever been taken away? Do you believe what Pat did at our bay? Has he really cracked? Maybe next we'll be attacked. Or maybe it will sell some books. Could get more crazy to take looks. Crazy follows crazy they say. Sure will avoid that fray. Oh, and Bijoux just so you know, we're always watching high and low. Just with a creepy little stare. So you had better beware. Had to add that in as I sit back there at our loony bin. And now I have to swap with Cass and go rest my jail breaking little rhyming ass.

Crazy all the way. Beats normal any day.

Ritual In Waiting!

Can a ritual wait? Would you say it's late for a date? Would that be a rabbit with a bad habit? Would that habit be bad? I think it may at our pad. But that is just me. I'm letting the rhyme fly free. I can stop though. See? Told you so. Now I did. All done, Kid. Or not. Guess that is just the plot. A hole to fill. Now let's fit the bill. Fit the bill to what? Let's get on with it at our hut.

Do you have any rituals that you use when you need help getting into the ZONE? Care to share?

The zone? Do I have to do a dance to get in? Is there a secret handshake? A password? Like Tahiti? Is the best ritual the one that gets you in? Is it like the Bermuda Triangle? Care to share? Inquiring minds want to know.

Would you take that as a no? Or would you just take that as a crazy person typing what popped into his crazy head? I don't know why I'm asking as you can't answer right away. That is just weird, isn't it? Like a text that sits on your phone for ages and then you respond. Not sure why that went there, but it did. Does it even make sense? Another question. I guess I should stick to rhyming. At least I have flow as the crazy is given a go.

Did you guess which one it is? Do you have any rituals before you write? Cook? Workout? Use the bathroom? Hey, some kids do on the latter. The cat does too. Whatever works. And yeah, the answer is no. Just in case you couldn't find it. I just sit and write away. No rituals at all.

Enjoy life, forget the strife.