A Social Strife With The Life!

So the cat was out the other day and some old fart, like really old toothless fart, came to play. Nosy as can be. Dull as watching paint dry as well at ones sea. A mannequin would be more fun. Wasn't that movie already done?

What do you do?
You know, for fun.
Tell it true.
Do you run around with anyone?

You sit and write?
Is that all you do?
You play volleyball one night?
Is that all that comes due?

Don't you have a social life?
That has to be boring.
How will you get a wife?
I'd end up only snoring.

When I was your age,
I did oh so much more.
I was all the rage.
I skipped every chore.

I made sling shots.
I shot those squirrels.
I killed lots,
Watching their death whirls.

Things cost less.
They cost so so much less.
They were so so so less.
Soooooooooooooo less.

We killed rabbits too.
Those slingshots were great.
I made quite a few.
No need for bait.

Did I mention less?
Could buy a whole lot more.
Come now, just confess,
You do more at your shore.

You should join this.
It's the largest around.
It would be bliss.
I'm the president hound.

Can't do less.
Don't just sit and write.
Exercising is just a mess.
Look at me, I made out all right.

Don't you love when such fools tell you what to do? Pffft many a time sure came due at our zoo. It's the same crap over and over and over again. Right up there with Flappy at our den. Maybe Toothless should get his own go. But then I'd bore you and make your IQ go low. My social life is fine by me. Most people annoy me anyway at my sea. Like Toothless can surely do. Have a great social life at your zoo? I'll stick with my hermit pass. That way I can write away each day with my little rhyming ass.

Later all, have a nice fall.