Stalker Bud, Stalker Bud, Stalker Bud

Stalker Bud, Stalker Bud, Stalker Bud,
What a giant lump of a fuddy dud,
Such a dark mound creepily waddling about,
Yelling out such tiny little meow shouts,
Slinking and slithering towards little M.U.S.K.y,
Joints creaking and cracking from being rusty,
Barely hiding behind small stacks,
Delighting in fake attacks,
Following her with your giant marble green eyes,
Watching her prance away from where you lie,
And your poor little heart thumps so fast,
As her fluffy gray tail sails barely beyond your grasp,
And your owners laugh in great delight,
Watching kitty love bloom in plain sight,
But alas, we know all tales must sadly end,
For Stalker Bud your heart will eventually mend,
From the cruel taunting of the M.U.S.K.y M.U.S.K.,
And you will contently bask in the evening dusk,
Surrounded by food, friends, food and food,
Which always puts you in a happy mood.

Good Deeds = Punishment

Why are good people, competent people, punished all the time? Why must they pay for the crimes and misdoings and laziness of others, just because they are diligent in their work ethics? Why? I ask, over and over again as I log more hours at work, due to someone's lack of organizational skills? Why? Must? I? Be? Punished? For? Being? Good? Bad Karma exists for Good People, Bad People have Good Karma. I am living proof of this very theory...and if you are also living proof (dead is fine too, as long as you have access to the internet and some type of computer), please comment on this topic. I would appreciate it, although the next time I will be able to enjoy my blog is probably sometime next year. Anyhoo, I shall wallow in my own self pity, while my days drudge by, and I realize another summer and fall has gone to the wayside. But don't worry about me, since I am one of those good people, so I'm expecting some bad karma to come my way. Let me know your thoughts, please.