A dVerse Philosophy Of What At My Hut!

Been a while since I went the dVerse trail. I figured I don't want to have a Gawker sized fail. Can't be gone forever. Hmm, 5 months is forever an endeavor. What, it's not? Damn, there goes my plot.

Why I do what I do?
Umm, isn't that clear to you?
I'm a crazy nut.
At least I don't sniff a butt.

The voices in my head,
Have to always be fed.
If not I'll go into a rubber room.
Maybe become Dr. Doom?

Yeah, the accent would give me away.
Don't want to wear all that metal at my bay.
Could get rust.
That would be a bust.

Still here asking why?
Okay, I'll give it a try.
I'm a crazy nut.
Whoops, said that at my hut.

Am I on repeat like Al?
Maybe I pissed off HAL.
My computer may eat me.
Hey, it eats time at my sea.

That is philosophical, right?
It won't literally bite.
But it takes a bite out of life.
Hell, a computer can even find you a wife.

Although it may get scary.
She could turn out hairy.
In which case she could be a he.
I'll just leave that be.

Or maybe I won't.
You know I don't.
See? You know a lot.
I don't need to spoil the plot.

The plot of me.
I hang from a tree.
Maybe even upside down.
I'm from crazy town.

What? You didn't get that?
Hey, I'm a rhyming cat.
You must be rather slow.
But at least now you know.

Did that answer all? Hmm, did I stray at my hall? Why would I do that? Hey, I got a why in where I'm at. Am I deflecting at my sea? Am I really all boo hoo hanging from my tree? Wait, would that be shrink stuff? Hmm, this philosophy stuff is tough. I'll leave The Gawker to gawk and stalk. The cat will continue to mock. Why would I do that? I am a cat. But I was really told to by a singing bass. Don't lock away my crazy little rhyming ass.

Fill your rummer, get drunk all summer.