I Have No Time With This Chime!
When the cat needs time he makes time. So that is not this chime. This chime is for things I have no time for. Does that make sense at my shore? It soon will. No need to pop a pill.
Commercials at my sea.
Sorry, skipped by me.
Animal haters one and all,
Can kiss my ass at my hall.
Poor pitiful me types.
I don't give a crap about your gripes.
Whiners from sea to sea.
On you I'd take a pee.
24/7 one topic wonders,
Can stuff their blunders.
My kids, the weather, my food.
Shut up for a second about your one topic or get attitude.
The haters at the gate.
Pfft stuff your hate.
Or go pound sand,
From any old land.
The brain dead.
Stupid is all that is said.
Yeah, you love your pot,
But you still suffer from brain rot.
The idiots who are blind,
I mean of the stuck kind.
Those unable to see another way,
Can go shove their face in my litter tray.
The big bad bums.
They want to become chums,
Just to be a leech.
Sorry, go bury yourself at the beach.
Idiots who ask the same question,
Especially those where it is more of a suggestion.
If I want to hear something over and over,
I'll go play with a butt sniffing rover.
The sympathy seekers.
They love being brain leakers.
Won't do anything to help themselves one bit.
They'd rather you fawn over their fit.
The look at mes, ads, public bathrooms, idiot co-workers, crybabies and fleas.
Damn, this was a breeze.
I could go on all day.
Oh yeah, nosey idiots too at my bay.
What are things you have no time for? Did I hit any at my shore? I could go on forever. Damn, I guess I have time for a good endeavor. Some of them can be hard to avoid though. But best to keep interaction with any low. I always have time for the singing bass, I can swat him with my little rhyming ass.
Later all, have a nice fall.
Commercials at my sea.
Sorry, skipped by me.
Animal haters one and all,
Can kiss my ass at my hall.
Poor pitiful me types.
I don't give a crap about your gripes.
Whiners from sea to sea.
On you I'd take a pee.
24/7 one topic wonders,
Can stuff their blunders.
My kids, the weather, my food.
Shut up for a second about your one topic or get attitude.
The haters at the gate.
Pfft stuff your hate.
Or go pound sand,
From any old land.
The brain dead.
Stupid is all that is said.
Yeah, you love your pot,
But you still suffer from brain rot.
The idiots who are blind,
I mean of the stuck kind.
Those unable to see another way,
Can go shove their face in my litter tray.
The big bad bums.
They want to become chums,
Just to be a leech.
Sorry, go bury yourself at the beach.
Idiots who ask the same question,
Especially those where it is more of a suggestion.
If I want to hear something over and over,
I'll go play with a butt sniffing rover.
The sympathy seekers.
They love being brain leakers.
Won't do anything to help themselves one bit.
They'd rather you fawn over their fit.
The look at mes, ads, public bathrooms, idiot co-workers, crybabies and fleas.
Damn, this was a breeze.
I could go on all day.
Oh yeah, nosey idiots too at my bay.
What are things you have no time for? Did I hit any at my shore? I could go on forever. Damn, I guess I have time for a good endeavor. Some of them can be hard to avoid though. But best to keep interaction with any low. I always have time for the singing bass, I can swat him with my little rhyming ass.
Later all, have a nice fall.
Published on December 11, 2015 03:00
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