The Race Is On For The Con!

The cat is ready to run. I am ready for fun. Or maybe to poke fun. Either way a post will be spun. A racing post from your host. No way I'll coast, but I might boast. That or meow. Okay, the race is on now.

My idea is grand.
I'm spreading it across the land.
I must get it just right.
Will help all in sight.

A tweak here and there.
A few things to spare.
Spare we won't.
Can't and don't.

Here it is.
Take this quiz.
Then you'll know.
Friend not foe.

Only a few sales.
So so many wails.
I think I need a tweak.
People just freak.

Take this away.
Make an easy display.
Take that off.
Now they won't scoff.

Sold some more.
But can't get it in a store.
I need to tweak a bit.
People can't understand this shit.

I'll pull this.
I'll give them bliss.
I'll yank that.
They'll chew no fat.

It's getting better.
I got a fan letter.
But still something's missing.
My ass they aren't kissing.

Take this away.
Dumb it down for the hooray.
Now I'll be a hit.
Can be used by any dumb shit.

I won the race.
I gave all a smiley face.
Dumbed my idea down to a Popsicle stick.
That sure did the trick.

Do you race to the bottom when creating? Can't have any of the dumb people hating. Have to make it understood by a 9 month old. That is how you get the gold. As in all the dough, not the medal. That dough can buy you a fancy new car pedal. May come with the car too. Wasn't dumbing it down for the masses great of you? Pffft I sure won't dumb down the sass that comes from my little rhyming ass.

Experience spring, have a fling.