No Matter The Amount You Count!

So did you ever think about while sitting bored or playing out, the amount of times in the day when you count away? Haven't caught on to me yet? Just follow the flow of the pet.

Start your day,
To your dismay.
Early to rise,
Still not so wise.

Count the minutes to work,
With that boss jerk.
Unless the boss jerk is you,
Then you just count at your zoo.

Count the seconds to go,
Before food is ready to show.
You have to eat,
Before the walk down the street.

Count the miles you walk,
Or bike or just stalk.
Or more than likely drive,
Hopefully you survive.

Count the miles to go,
Before an oil change is to show.
Or the tires need be changed.
Maybe the car needs to be rearranged.

Count the seconds of the day,
Until you can be on your way.
Count the hours for your pay.
The government takes half anyway.

Count the stairs you climb.
Hey, it's done by a mime.
Or maybe one with OCD.
No, never done by me.

Count the reps you workout.
Sometimes you even shout.
You want all to see,
Big old muscle-y thee.

Count the birds in your yard.
Hopefully past ten isn't hard.
Count the days until you mow.
Don't mow over your toe.

Count the days of the week.
Count your age at your creek.
Count the squares on the wall.
You simply count it all.

Who said math would never be used. I know, you feel abused. All that counting you never thought about. But now the counting jig is out. Or would that be up? Go ask a pup. I will count the times I pass gas out my little rhyming ass.

Fill your rummer, get drunk all summer.