Only The Cat At Our Mat?

Is it only me that gets no glee from this crap at every sea? What crap is that? I guess you will just have to follow the cat. Don't worry though, no litterbox is going to show.

How are you?
Sometimes comes due.
What are you doing?
Like the damn thing is wooing.

That is good.
They say if understood.
Then what is up?
Like a repeat pup.

Give a dead end reply,
The crap still flies on by.
The thing never stops.
Out another message drops.

Half an hour later,
It's see you later gator.
If you are lucky that is,
With this crap biz.

When it could be said and done,
In a two minute phone call run.
But oh friggin no.
A texting they will go.

Good for a quick note.
That has my vote.
But sitting there typing away.
Pffft to that crap I say.

Pick up the phone.
Hear the funky tone.
Use your yap,
Forget the texting lap.

I know you have to speak.
Oh no! Your brains may leak.
You can't use idk and the like.
My, that is a rough hike.

Then your voice may go,
You'll lose your flow.
Talking makes you sad.
That is just so bad.

So is it just the cat,
Here at his non texting mat?
Do you love texting too?
I won't, just a little, judge you.

There was my crap texting rant for the day. Hate that crap at my bay. If you have something long to say don't make me sit until May. If you do I may get kind of crass with my texting hating little rhyming ass.

Experience spring, have a fling.