In A Rut With 15 What?

Hmm the cat is trying to figure out your math. I guess it all follows the same path. Humans take their shoes off one foot and count. That sure gets the 15 amount. 15 what you ask. Let's follow the task.

Do something dumb.
Do something smart.
Maybe just show your bum,
To the people of Wal-Mart.

Do something silly,
Do something wise.
If you flash your willy,
You'll hear jailhouse rock cries.

Isn't wise and smart the same?
That depends with some.
But either way they seek fame.
Most by doing things dumb.

Fame is the name of the game.
That lights their flame.
Idiots everywhere should know your name.
Hey, at least they know who to blame.

But can't know long.
15 minutes is all you're allowed.
Can't come on too strong,
Or you may draw a crowd.

If you break the 15 minute rule,
You will just be so bad.
15 minutes is enough for a fool.
Enough for people to see they are sad.

Sad as in pathetic as can be,
Trying to get attention and such.
Whoopdi friggin doo says me,
To those that try too much.

15 is all you are given.
So you better not waste it.
Time to get really livin.
Do some stupid shit.

The other possible millions of minutes in life,
They don't matter at all.
Those 15 minutes is needed to show the wife,
You are the star of having a great fall.

What goes up must come down,
Or at least that's what they say.
Just like the 15 minute thing in every town,
And all strive for it night and day.

Got your 15 minutes yet? Pffft says the pet. Fame is nonsense anyway. But then it can get you pay. The sheep shall follow for a while. At least for your 15 minute mile. Then you are screwed and left in the grass. So sad, not really, says my little rhyming ass.

Later all, have a nice fall.