Insecure What? Not This Nut!

So the cat thought he would take a stab at this today. But unlike Old One Eye he has nothing to whine about at his bay. So we will go a different way, come what may.



Insecure? What is that?
It is a mystery to the cat.
Insecurity means your beat.
That little voice can't take the heat.

So take up a seat.
For it is easy to defeat.
No one likes me boo hoo,
What am I to do?

Like what you do first.
Then their bubble will burst.
If the bubble is still there and they don't get a rise.
They will ignore you and avert their eyes.

Plus you can please up the wazoo.
But that will never help you.
The worst thing ever,
Some will still find clever.

And the best thing to come to pass,
Some will still find it crass.
Opinions are like assholes they say.
Mine is more a rhyming ass at my bay.

Is the effort worth it?
Depends on why at your desk you sit.
Finding it hard to get through a single page.
Then no, it probably isn't worth the rage.

Enjoy doing it at your sea.
Then go ahead and kill a tree.
Will my dreams come true?
Maybe at your zoo.

But if you want a billion dollar deal,
Better off spinning a roulette wheel.
Just stepping forth opens up much.
You'd be surprised who reaches out to touch.

Things may go a different way.
But you may find that is more than okay.
What if people hate me?
Back on this, poor poor pitiful thee.

The moment you care what the masses think,
In the quicksand you begin to sink.
The cat will be here whether they boo or cheer,
For he likes being a little rhyming rear.

So how was that ninja wannabe? Good enough advice for the insecure and thee? Not that one can stop the cat. He will say what he wants to stay at his mat. PC and TMI be damned at my grass, from my not so insecure little rhyming ass.

Fill your rummer, get drunk all the summer.