Don't Be A Robot, Shit Or Get Off The Pot!

The cat is being invaded today by a frog. What next? A hog? The thing is singing away too. Warning, some swear words may come due. What? The title gave that away? Well, okay!




Wandering through the day,
With life neatly in place.
Time to pay another bill,
Accepting the daily rat race.

Dreams stuck in a drawer,
Saved for a later date.
Expecting one day it will open,
Finding out it's far too late.

It's time to forget what you've been taught,
And just shit or get off the pot.
Time can't be stopped or caught,
So time to shit or get off the pot.

The what's, ifs and ors,
Pile up all your life.
Things never seem to come to be,
Like the constant stabbing of a knife.

If only you had this or that,
If only such an event would occur.
But the mundane is where you stay,
The lines continuing to blur.

It's time to forget what you've been taught,
And just shit or get off the pot.
Time can't be stopped or caught,
So time to shit or get off the pot.

You take comfort in others,
They are in the same boat.
A flock under one roof,
Sheep with nothing of note.

The time will come for you all,
The forbidden dream will take form.
But as each day passes you by,
You continue to live in the norm.

It's time to forget what you've been taught,
And just shit or get off the pot.
Time can't be stopped or caught,
So time to shit or get off the pot.

Subtle changes blow in the breeze,
Age begins to rear its head.
Before you know it you can't move,
And are tied to your death bed.

Break the ties, break the mold.
Let your dreams take hold.
Things will never become gold,
If on the flock you are sold.

It's time to forget what you've been taught,
And just shit or get off the pot.
Time can't be stopped or caught,
So time to shit or get off the pot.

Just forget what you've been taught,
And shit or get off the pot.

There is another tune done by the cat. It has been a while since he wore that hat. When the saying was said the other day, poof, the idea came into play. Now another tune has come to pass and thankfully I don't have to use a pot for my little rhyming ass.

Fill your rummer, get drunk all summer.