A Risky Post At My Coast!

Today the cat will risk it and post. I mean the NSA may not like me at my coast. They may throw me in a hole. Save me though if that is their goal. I'd have no litter box in there. That wouldn't be fair.

You are at risk.
Should I go tisk tisk?
Maybe a tisket a tasket?
Hey, it rhymes with casket.

You can pre-buy those.
They have them sat in rows.
But that we have done.
I don't want to risk a repeat run.

I may get slapped.
Maybe even trapped.
Trapped with alien bears.
They would have no hairs.

I'd risk going blind.
It would be one of a kind.
Then I'd be lunch.
I can just hear the crunch.

I went off track.
I guess I risked it at my shack.
Or did I risk making a point?
Do I ever risk those at my point?

It could be risky to do.
I may risk a few.
Now I just ignoring you.
Whatever is a cat to do?

Yeah, I risked that.
A question from the cat.
You did risk coming here.
Zombie feet could have been near.

You risked turning the computer on.
You risked falling for a con.
That email from King Abubu looks mighty fine.
Don't risk it and risk trusting the feline.

You also risked shock.
You risked slipping on a sock.
You risked smacking your head.
You risked all when you got out of bed.

You risked it and what?
Nothing at your hut.
Damn, it was ever so risky though.
I think I'll risk ending this flow.

Do you ever think things too risky when they are not? Did you know you could wake up, fall over, and begin to rot? All it takes is tripping and whacking your head. Then oopsy, you're dead. You risk that every single day. Yet you still go out to play. Or maybe to work. The latter isn't a perk. I risked instilling fear with this post in each lad and lass. No need to thank my risky little rhyming ass.

Enjoy your winter, smash a printer.