Are You Ever If You Are Clever?

So the cat is here to talk about lost today. Nope, not the show with the crappy ending on some funky island in the bay. The cat is getting lost. Don't worry, nothing is tossed.

Lost you say,
There at your bay.
Or is it my bay?
Lost yet with what I say?

Lost in the city,
Isn't it a pity.
Lost in the woods,
Beats violent hoods.

Of course instead of beaten,
You could get eaten.
If no orange is on,
You can get shot at either lawn.

What? You are lost?
What's it going to cost?
Just a few brain cells.
Who gives a hells bells.

Oh so lost now.
You can't even meow.
So you have a cow.
You humans can really wow.

Lost at sea.
Lost with nowhere to pee.
That has to be rough.
Being lost is some tough.

Lost in your head?
Beats being dead.
Or the undead,
Then off with your head.

Look you've been found.
Look it's the ground.
What, you're still lost?
Do brain cells cost?

Maybe you could buy a few.
They'd be brand new.
Recover what was lost.
Don't you hate being bossed?

Lost you were not.
Don't suffer brain rot.
Unless you are in some strange place,
Lost isn't an embrace.

You humans throw around lost way to easy at your sea. Why? Beats the heck out of me. Lost is when you have no idea where you are. Otherwise, you are not lost in your car. You may not be able to find what you are looking for. But you can turn around and go back to your shore. That is not lost at all. So ends my lost call. The cat is done with his lost sass, now I'll go get lost with my little rhyming ass.

Enjoy your winter, smash a printer.