Tomorrow Is Found At Your Ground?

You hear it every day as many people like to repeat it at their bay. Tomorrow is another day or some version of that is what they say. But that is a load of crap. I will show you why without rhyming lap.

Tomorrow it will come.
Unless you drink poison rum.
Tomorrow will be here.
Not if you die of fear.

Tomorrow I will cuss.
Not if you get hit by a bus.
Tomorrow will come around.
Not if you fall and whack your head on the ground.

Tomorrow I will clean my shack.
Not if you have a heart attack.
Tomorrow I will buy a car.
Not if hit by a drunk from a bar.

Tomorrow I'll learn to do this or that.
Not if a piano squashes you flat.
Tomorrow I'll do the work.
Wait! That one may be a perk.

Tomorrow my ship will come.
Not if you choke on a plum.
Tomorrow I will take a break.
Not if you drown in a lake.

Get the drift yet?
Aren't I a smart pet?
For there is no telling,
With your tomorrow yelling.

You can plan up the ying yang,
But tomorrow's bell may never clang.
A sudden turn and poof it's over.
Stands for human, cat or rover.

Chances are it will come,
For most not always drunk on rum.
But putting things off day after day,
Will get lost along the way.

Then that one tomorrow you decide to do it.
You get chopped up bit by bit.
All due to the path set out,
With which you did nothing about.

So why so much tomorrow,
When it clearly could bring sorrow?
Maybe it is just the life of a slacker.
Tomorrow I may give Polly a cracker.

Or the cat will just eat the bird today. See, so much better to do it here and now at your bay. Obviously you can't do everything in one day. There is just no way. But why let things sit? Are you a tomorrow person at your pit? But never fear for another rhyme is near. Being so far ahead one will come to pass, whether or not tomorrow is seen by my little rhyming ass.

Later all, have a nice fall.