Today is Dr. Seuss' birthday. It also happens to be Rooster's birthday. While well wishes were being broadcast across our 2-way's, it was pointed out that Dr. Seuss could reluctantly share the day. If he had to.
After a ridiculous amount of vomit-inducing revelry around the Rooster in the backyard alone, he wasn't even there since he works the front yard in the mornings, it continued inside... A cake, presents, well-wishes, and tubs of frosting which are his personal favorite snack.
Like a jealous sister I find myself going W. T. F.?
Why does the most self-absorbed creature in the whole barnyard get the most celebration? Not even the Coyotes get this type of fanfare.
It's a mystery. I guess those who tout their own self-worth incite others to believe it. Self-confidence is key, regardless of behavior.
Like the Cat-in-the-Hat while he breaks every rule
unseen by the parents or in this case the school
Confidently dictating what others should do
while he does what he, what HE wants to do
regardless of policies, ethics, or morals
elbowing for position while bitching a choral
about how underappreciated his work always is
his genius unrealized, his time down a seive
the rest of us picking up slack left behind
while he manages to get paid twice for his time
yet when it comes down to the final reveal
while we wait for fruits of his labor to congeal
it's never quite, never Quite noticed it seems
by the big wigs who head up this crazy regime
inevitably it all works out just fine
for him anyway, the rest of us whine
At the end of the day, like that kooky old cat
everythings clean and tidy and complaints just fall flat
for behind that engaging and cocky demeanor
he has the most important thing of all...a wiener.
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