The Fat Chance

Oh god! Why me again?
Excuse me for my profanity,
I think I threw a wrench in the works.

Doing this tricky business,
Just made me blue in the face,
Trust me! Sometimes it's all Greek to me.

Making these tribe chuffed,
With no left recourse,
Have to chew fat over a lunch.

Mentally, rarely I become eager beaver,
I see more holes than Swiss cheese,
This mankind feels like a bull in China shop.

I must Widely and wildy go bananas,
But party pooper says, Ah! A wet blanket,
Feel that they are still wet behind their ears.

Sometimes I feel agonistic,
And sometimes the cat take my tongue,
Love holding my horse and feel earworm.