Sure I'm Right At My Site!

There are many out there and I have done one or two at my lair. But this one you should know. The cat may get shot at his show. So if I go down in a blaze of glory go and tell my story.

Some are dumb.
Some are eerie.
The rule of thumb,
To the conspiracy theory.

This one is true.
Trust little old me.
I wouldn't lie to you,
With any old spree.

It's going around.
It has been scene.
It can be found,
And isn't serene.

You will know,
You will see.
When done with my flow,
I'll have enlightened thee.

But it could bring danger.
It could get you killed.
So don't trust a stranger,
Or you may get land filled.

What is it?
What have I learned?
It may cause a fit.
Some could get spurned.

It is not complex.
It is not easy to say.
But there is no need to flex.
Hold on at your bay.

Here is my findings.
Here is my notes.
Read the inside bindings,
Don't trust the goats.

That is right.
They sit and stare.
Day and night,
They are aware.

Goats report back to the man.
They tell everything you do.
That is their evil plan.
Goats are ratting on you.

Don't go near a goat ever again. They are spying on your den. Pull the shades and hide away. Goats will get you best in the light of day. Did you know this about goats? They watch you and take mental notes. Then the man takes those notes out of their head. They get everything you have said. My tin foil hat is on straight with this pass. You can trust my goat outing little rhyming ass.

Fill your rummer, get drunk all summer.