Take A Hike, I'm On Strike!

Wow, you humans sure like to have a lot to say. I guess I do too as I rhyme away. I mean you just make it so easy for me to do. So I have to at my zoo.

I'm on strike.
Take a hike.
See my sign?
It's so divine.

Up and down.
Cheer across town.
An angry cheer.
May bend an ear.

Bend an ear.
That would cause fear.
I want all to get bent.
Can't you see I want to make a dent?

Yep, here is my tent.
Now go, get bent.
I'm bent and bending.
I hope I'm offending.

I'm on strike.
I'll say what I like.
It is so unfair.
See my deadly stare?

Striking out.
Has some clout.
Striking in.
Isn't a win.

Reverse that?
Bah, don't be a dingbat.
It stays that way.
Striking is at play.

I want a dollar more.
Here my encore.
I want that dollar.
I'll hiss and holler.

Signs go up and down.
See my cheery frown?
Oxymoron there.
But I don't care.

Can't you hear?
I bent your ear.
I'm on strike.
Now take a hike.

Some strikes are so pointless as can be. Lose more than you gain in the end with your striking spree. Some can be handy though. But in the end all about dough. The arbitrator gets their share the longer it goes on at ones lair. Ever go on strike at your sea? Thankfully it has been avoided by me. I'm not a fan of the yelling and the round and round mass. I'll strike out on my own with my little rhyming ass.

Later all, have a nice fall.