Get In Your Kicks And Licks!

The cat watches humans near and far and you know I think they are strange at their sand bar. But they have a fascination with waiting around and thinking, poof, whatever they want will be found.

Sit on your rump,
Happy or grump.
Large or thin.
Can still do you in.

Can kick the bucket.
But ahhh duck it.
You still sit.
Can't just do it.

Whoops, sorry Nike.
Blame some guy named Mikey.
If you kick the bucket you'll be pissed,
Is that why you make a bucket list?

Must be a hole in your bucket.
Or it simply says, suck it.
The bucket is a meanie.
Holds those goals like heat to a beanie.

Does a beanie hold heat?
Bah, still left in defeat.
Then the bucket you kick,
Never doing a lick.

Regret for eternity on your plate.
That must be a very nice fate.
But you have your bucket.
Blame it and duck it.

As in duck the blame.
Humans are lame.
Can pass it off with ease.
To you it is a breeze.

So enjoy the bucket,
That tells you to suck it.
That bucket is to blame.
It prevented your fame.

Nope, it wasn't you,
That did nothing new.
It was the bucket's fault.
Damn thing was locked up like a vault.

Life in a bucket.
You can't duck it.
You can say umm pluck it.
But in the end you suck it.

Pffft says the cat. Want something done where you're at? Do it and shut up about your damn bucket. To the bucket I say umm puck it. Magic is fake! Oopsy, spoiled that for you with my take? Of course somethings take dough to get up and go, but saving things in a bucket that you will eventually kick, sure sounds like some backasswards magic trick. Now the cat is through with his bucket sass and off I go with my bucket hating little rhyming ass.

Experience spring, have a fling.