Wednesday Wall

A post from the cat. How about that? Old lazy Pat has tried to stifle the cat. But you can't do that. I'm always up to bat. If only these claws hit buttons with ease. Then I'd post whenever I please. I could rhyme or not. With or without a plot. Maybe I will. Maybe I'll thrill. Maybe I'll confuse. Maybe I'll just amuse. But either way it's all on Pat. That working thing he needs to get rid of for the cat. Then we'd go broke? Bah, just get woke. Then you'd be all happy with glee. Or argue with even a flea. On second thought I'll let him work. Screw becoming a woke jerk.

 

Yeah. Kitty. What is it with the humans arguing on that Farcebook thing all the time? Like they think they are right and then they argue about such nonsense. They should just go eat some poop and lick each other down below. It is much more fun than trying to prove you are right over so and so. We can rhyme too, kitty. Oh. Here's comes another Farcebook argument. We have to go eat poop now. Much more fun than reading that shit.

Where the path shall lead? Or should that be led? A new path to go? An old path to return to? Who knows what will come of it. You just have to step and keep going. What story will unfold? What shall be told? Will you break a hip? Maybe learn something new. Step by step and things shall come into view.

Obsession. A tale as old as time. For some it is a woman or man. For some it is money. For some it is getting their ugly mug on TV. For others it can be rock collecting. For some it may be bows. Then for some it may be birds. Like lots and lots of birds. Yes. Humans can be addicted/obsessed with ANYTHING. Doesn't have to be a substance like alcohol or drugs. But if it isn't impeding life then let it go to the birds. The moment you start making mating calls though, you may want to get referred to a shrink.

"Uncle pattie, tell us a story."

There once was a man who pooped in a bucket.

When he was done he found he had nowhere to chuck it.

So he bagged it and tied it and put it in his car.

Hoping he could throw it away before he drove far.

"That is gross."

"Did he take it to the dump?"

He drove and he drove but he couldn't find a spot.

Today was a day that people were out a lot.

They came and they roamed and they sat and they ate.

The day was an ever so important type date.

"Was it poop day?"

"Christmas?"

They had come from every corner of Earth.

It was the day that one would give birth.

"Like a baby?"

Birth to a tower so big and so far,

That it could not be reached by plane, train, or car.

"Did a dinosaur help them up?"

The tower would fall in minutes from the sky.

It was built up there by some rich guy.

No one knew the exact spot of the fall,

But it had sure engrossed the curiosity of all.

"What does engross mean?"

"Gross like nasty poop?"

And then it came. A glorious sight.

It was a spot with no maybe or might.

He could dump his poop there unseen.

An empty lot that sure wasn't pristine. 

"What does pristine mean?"

"Is that like pee?"

He grabbed the can and ran for the space.

Light became dark and so did his face.

The building was falling. It was ever so near.

He had better get his butt into gear.

"Butts have gears?"

"Like my bike?"

He ran for his car and took off in time.

His old thing could go on a dime.

No stop. No yield. Nothing like that.

He had escaped but now his poop had become flat.

"Did he have diarrhea?"

The building had landed. It had fallen into place.

The man now had a giant smile on his face.

The building had squashed it and allowed him a place to chuck it.

No one would ever know that there once was a man who pooped in a bucket.

"He didn't take it to the dump?"

"That's littering."

"Tell us another story."

There once was a....

Look! It's a giant litterbox. Otherwise known as a beach. It is so great. We have to buy this and build a house right beside it. I'm talking right beside it. So close that the water could wash away the house if it rose up a little. What? You won't insure us? But that's not fair. We should get insurance like everyone else. We only built it here because it is so pretty. We'll only be here 3 weeks of the year anyway. Come on. Insure us. No? Well we are going to go cry to the media and on Farcebook and everywhere else. We aren't the dumbass ones that built it where it could easily fall into the ocean. We aren't the ones that have to be right beside the water. Nope. Not us. You should insure us. 

Humans are so whiny. Whine about a mask on their face like you asked them to chop off a finger. Whine about their rights and freedom when really freedom is relative. Yeah. There are free-er than other places. But try not paying your property taxes or income taxes or power bill or insurance or driving without a license or a million other things and see how free you really are. If you want to be free, humans, then buy an island in the middle of the ocean and start your own country. Otherwise, you will never truly be free.

Time and time again comes the old "those who don't know history are doomed to repeat it" or something like that. Well guess what? Those that get stuck in the past are doomed to stay there too. Oh, this property should be a historical site. Oh, it shouldn't be torn down. Oh, it is a symbol of history. Someone should save it. Someone. Anyone. But not the ones whining about it. Nope. Not us. But someone should save the rat infested, moldy, holey, decrepit building because it is history. Can't tear the eye sore down. Nope. That is so bad. Let's go ra ra ra on Farcebook some more. Screw fixing roads. Tax payer dollars should be spent to keep this rotting crap standing. 

In the doorway there sat a cat. You may not see him. You may not hear him. But he is always watching. There he sits with little light upon him. He knows all you say. He hears all they say. He keeps the spirits at bay. Unless you piss him off. Then he may let them in and it will be your undoing. You will go mad until he decides to chase them back. If he decides. That could be a big IF for some humans.

Are you a risk-taker when writing? Do you try something radically different in style/POV/etc. or add controversial topics to your work?

So...do I need to answer this? Doesn't the above cover it all? In case some are just skimmers though, I'll give the answer a go. Obviously I can blab away. That much you can see today. I have no fear with controversial crap either. And if you agree you agree and if you don't you don't. Don't conform to someone else as that is all they want. But learn and grow and you never know what you may learn.

And as for POV. Pffft. I'll let that go. I can do it in flow. You can see how you ended up reading about you. The cat will write when the cat wants to and how the cat wants to.

Get em all? Beats me at my hall. But I did blab more today than in the last two months or so here. The cat is always near though. He is just over at that other place. We all show our face. I even share it with the mutts. Even if they are nuts. But aren't we all? Yeah. From Spring to Fall. Now I shall let this come to pass as I continue being a little rhyming ass.

Enjoy life, forget the strife.