Whales and Goats (Not the Good Kind, Either)

I feel like the things that turn me badly and a lot of other people badly are whales and goats, and I don't mean White Whales or .G.O.A.T. like Muhammad Ali, LL Cool J or Ricky Carmichael. I feel there is a sense of guilt that Whales as in taking up space, becoming Thanksgiving Dinner, or worse, turning people's moods the wrong way.

I feel like those Whales are being Belugas with the lack of commitment and they make the same lack of commitment over into a Big Joke. They are not beloved or believed, and that is problematic.

When I would see Goats, like Billy Goats, they would help themselves to anything and everything under the Sun. What Billy Goats do is they Eat and Eat and Eat and the returns on investment are anything but pleasant.

Generally, we'd have Calendar Years Without Any Issues on Returns on Investment or even Complaints like Zephyrs. I am not anything other than disillusioned on this post, if not disenfranchised, amid other things, that the Goatees are running wilder than the Early 1990's without knowing the Storm Clouds that would rudely break up the Fall.

These are not Whales and Goats you'd see at Shedd Aquarium or the Chicago Brookfield Zoo. These are Whales and Goats that would care only about Money and Attention and painfully, if not recriminate the lack of delivery.

They are not brash, they are not Seneca Wallace, and instead, you'd have problems if some of these Whales and Billy Goats are no better than the common cat burglar. I would find no joy if these Billy Goats ate and ate the return on investment because there are no pebbles to feed it. There is no joy just becoming Impatiently Waiting like someone would fly off like 50 Cent's Song.

This is not a good image and we all have been at Home and I would get a kick out of adventuring and wanting not to be At Home as opposed to Working From Home, mind you, but, you couldn't slide anything to the Private Jet Pilot and things go smoothly.