Watch Your Butt When Mean At Your Hut!

So do you believe in this karma thing? Round and round things go at ones wing? Maybe it is just wishful thinking, but some deserve some quicksand sinking.

What goes around comes around.
Like a leg humping hound.
At least that is the saying,
When the mean buggers start playing.

But do they get it in the end?
That could be a dirty trend.
If they drop the soap.
That would mean Karma likes to grope.

But then you have the rich dicks,
With a big wall of bricks.
They get off scott free each time,
No matter the crime.

Martha Stewart doesn't count.
Okay, if you want maybe a little amount.
Karma comes after they die?
Does it poke them in their dead eye?

Hell for all alive.
But no matter what they survive.
Until they don't and kick the bucket.
Did karma just say, duck it?

Too many to take out,
So it lets them swim away like a trout.
An interesting case could be made,
For into that bad place they could fade.

But is that any more real than karma's fluff?
Has your brain had enough?
Today I'm on a roll.
The thoughts just stroll.

If I had to place a bet,
I'd hope the dumb get caught in the net.
Because of karma though?
Or because they are dumb at their show?

I'd go with dumb.
For to its effect the smart ones are numb.
Or dumb with lots of dough,
Paying someone to have their ducks in a row.

A trick of the human mind.
Is maybe what it is of some kind.
To make ourselves feel good,
Thinking they will get theirs in some hood.

Either or can also be true.
Again depends on the view.
Just like anything else at your tree,
If you look hard enough you will see what you want to see.

So did I clear anything up today?
I don't think so at my bay.
But it was fun to let the thoughts roll.
Should I do a karma poll?

The cat did some major mind work today. Have anything to say? Or is it all burnt out? Do you also want to swim like a trout? Damn, too many questions that have come to pass. Today I must be an annoying little rhyming ass.

Enjoy your winter, smash a printer.