Think as I type, I tap to a tune,
Wish I was immune to all the flack,
While you wack me for my snack
I just have a knack for eating,
You understand. So back on track,
To get a clue, I’m in the mood
To be quite rude, but hold my tongue,
Of course, cause I’m the type to spare
A life, not take one, especially for fun.
Are you numb? I wonder, sometimes.
Let’s get real. We can have a meal,
And talk it over, be like friends,
Even in cruel weather.
We can be as close as mates,
If we put away the fire and stakes.
Let’s be true to our best values,
Not the ones we get off issues.
Let’s topple all the hassles.
We can skip the loop and lassos.
Are you new to being hassled,
Or have you been there in the satchel?
Rough reviews will hurt one’s knuckles.
Winging it comes out all typos.
So, what’s the point in all this hot air?
We don’t need a rerun, not anywhere.
Give if you can, but not if you can’t.
Maybe a little, but not a rant.
Sink your battleships real quick.
Hope for just a bit of luck.
Lone birds are better than earlies,
But not if you are stuck with hurling,
Curling, stealing or kneeling.
Do the thing we all will do.
It comes natural, it’s real cool.
Be yourself until the end.
Keep your temper, then press send.