Looking Up Like A Silly Pup!
Did it ever occur to you that humans are like dogs at their zoo? No, they don't eat their own poo, at least I hope that is true, but just like a pup will worship you, you all worship those without a clue.
Years upon years ago,
It was Zeus high and low.
The guy slept with everything going,
Yet he still got a royal showing.
There was a bunch then.
Gods above mere men.
And as much as they were fiction,
So are these other idiots with each depiction.
Worships actors by the ton.
They aren't like everyone.
They deserve your praise.
After all, they play make believe like the kids you raise.
They are just as whiny.
Their ego anything but tiny.
They can't even tie their own shoes,
And they always have to make the news.
With assistants two by two,
A PR rep to blind you,
And a good script written,
You are well and smitten.
Then you got the crybabies.
Who are roided out and act like they got rabies.
My, they can throw a ball around.
Go and bow down on the ground.
They are so great.
None can relate.
Oopsy, they stubbed their toe.
Now off to the sidelines they go.
But they can still promote.
Pepsi got their vote.
Or whoever pays the most.
They'll sell it from coast to coast.
And just because they do,
It will be bought by you.
Gullible humans everywhere.
Just look at washed up actress touting shiny hair.
Don't you want that?
Grab it where you're at.
I now have more respect for a mutt.
That's saying something at my hut.
Worship the crybabies and children at your sea? Aren't they as great as can be? Wow, they are on reality TV. They must be worshiped by thee. Pfffft to each and everyone. Lazy asses can go fry in the sun. On worshiping any such idiots the cat will take a pass. They can simply pucker up to my little rhyming ass.
Later all, have a nice fall.
Years upon years ago,
It was Zeus high and low.
The guy slept with everything going,
Yet he still got a royal showing.
There was a bunch then.
Gods above mere men.
And as much as they were fiction,
So are these other idiots with each depiction.
Worships actors by the ton.
They aren't like everyone.
They deserve your praise.
After all, they play make believe like the kids you raise.
They are just as whiny.
Their ego anything but tiny.
They can't even tie their own shoes,
And they always have to make the news.
With assistants two by two,
A PR rep to blind you,
And a good script written,
You are well and smitten.
Then you got the crybabies.
Who are roided out and act like they got rabies.
My, they can throw a ball around.
Go and bow down on the ground.
They are so great.
None can relate.
Oopsy, they stubbed their toe.
Now off to the sidelines they go.
But they can still promote.
Pepsi got their vote.
Or whoever pays the most.
They'll sell it from coast to coast.
And just because they do,
It will be bought by you.
Gullible humans everywhere.
Just look at washed up actress touting shiny hair.
Don't you want that?
Grab it where you're at.
I now have more respect for a mutt.
That's saying something at my hut.
Worship the crybabies and children at your sea? Aren't they as great as can be? Wow, they are on reality TV. They must be worshiped by thee. Pfffft to each and everyone. Lazy asses can go fry in the sun. On worshiping any such idiots the cat will take a pass. They can simply pucker up to my little rhyming ass.
Later all, have a nice fall.
Published on November 23, 2015 03:00
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