Should I Care At My Lair?

The cat rolls his eyes more than a bit. You humans sure talk about such stupid umm err well shit. The weather is one that we've done before. Over and over and over you talk about that crap at every shore. But what about more? Trust me, it's there galore.

Go out and do.

Run into a few.

A few becomes many.

Can't avoid any.

Always something to say.

Said many a way.

The weather is...who cares.

Rather have blank stares.

My wire is broke.

Like I care, bloke.

My house got hit.

Like I give a umm spit.

My lawn won't grow.

Why do I need to know?

My house is old.

And I need to be told?

My leg hurts a bit.

Maybe stand where you sit.

Or sit where you stand.

Bah, who cares in my land.

My door bell is busted.

In door bells you trusted?

Bah, stop asking.

Can't fall for stupid tasking.

My dog likes to play.

I can see the landmine foray.

My window is scratched.

Add some more so they're batched.

I put this here sign up yesterday.

Their is something about its display.

Yeah, and I just repeated what that something is there.

Did you figure it out with time to spare?

Now I'm doing it.

I added a question bit.

Did you really care?

This is like some strange affair.

I remember you.

Umm good for you.

I even cheat rhymed.

The end has chimed.

Do you avoid certain people who are near? Do you pretend to seem interested when they are bending your ear? The cat starts to back away. I have no time to see that you chopped down a tree at your bay. Woweee, it is impressive though. As impressive as a remake of some old show. That equals nothing at all. Which way did it fall? Ugg, I don't want to know any answer to this question mass. I need to hide under the bed with my little rhyming ass.

Enjoy your winter, smash a printer.

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