Embarrassment Day Comes To Play!

The cat does whatever he likes and embarrassment never strikes. I can whack my head or roll out of bed. Whoopdi friggin doo I say and be on my way. You humans though, you take it with a red glow.

Embarrassment is had,
At every human pad.
A little of this and that.
It never seems to scat.

When really it is scat.
In the end and all of that.
Can't actually bury it though,
Just so you know.

But you can let it go.
Whoopdi friggin doo, you know.
Of course that you do.
I've said it a time or two.

So you smack your head.
So you roll out of bed.
So out pops some talk,
That you didn't need to squawk.

So your pants fell down.
So you went bare ass through town.
As long as no arrest came due,
No harm really done to you.

So you fell down some stairs.
So you let loose a few swears.
So you wore mismatched clothes.
So you got caught talking to crows.

So...fill in the blank.
There is plenty of gas in the tank.
Embarrassment always wants to play.
Like a control freak it has its way.

Unless it does not.
You control the plot.
Embarrassment is your slave.
That embarrassing path you pave.

Take away the path,
Throw it in the bath.
Pull the plug,
You sank the thug.

How about that?
Taught by a cat.
Embarrassed by it?
Bah, screw that shit.

Do you let embarrassment get the better of you? We still give a whoopdi friggin doo. Can only bother you if you let it most times. It must be so embarrassing though to be mimes. But with a white face you'd never know. Does embarrassment make you glow? I'm not embarrassed to go roll in the grass with my ever so wiggly little rhyming ass.

Fill your rummer, get drunk all summer.