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(beatbox sounds)
I'm a wordwright...
That's a word, right?
I do my word rite
Every night
I wish that were right.
Sometimes the words write
Themselves
Flying off of the shelves.
Sometimes I can't get the words right.
The word "right"
Can't begin to describe
All the words I inscribe,
All the wrong words I write
All the wrongs words can right.
When I'm wrong, words are right there,
The words that I write here,
It's my nightly rite here,
Go in through your right ear
And out through your left ear
'Til all that is left here
Are words that are left here.
When I write for you
Is it my right for you
To believe in my words?
You're believing my words
I'll be living my words
I'm believing my words
Are the right words.
When I write words,
Any right words,
Every night words
Just appear,
Disappear,
It's up here.
I'm pointing to my head.
Disappointing to have read?
I never said I was any damn good at this.
Peace out, girl scout.
Yo! Here's a song 'bout ma lady Chucky
ReplyDeleteShe thinks she ain't at all lucky -
Saddled with three readers as she says
Pluggin' at keyboards through the days.
Yo Chuck, sit down, you'd better know
Readers like us on trees don't grow.
At the extreme we're like a vandal
Demolish myths, it's just a scandal
How we won't let tales go by
Which claim you're useless, my oh my
Badness! We're like a bomb that blows
We aren't defused by action heroes
Tick tock silenced in the nick of time?
Not about us, we blast like we rhyme
Rip apart the blether and the malady
We turn the tragedy into a gromedy.
What's that, I hear you ask
To find out and know is your task.
Baa sheep, that's what you're not
And lady you aren't going to pot.
Remember when you want to weep
There are galaxies light years deep
Full of aliens who look like you
As much as a squid would do.
That's all, my word well just ran dry-
And my workday time is nigh.
So Chuck, come hug yourself
Better than all the power and pelf.
I am honored, sir. <3
DeleteAllison, a blogger in Nashville
ReplyDeleteFelt her writing was not much of a thrill
Her friend Chuck Baudelaire
Wrote raps beyond compare
And for mad skills like that, Allie would kill.
We should collaborate. "Chuck feat. Allie" has a nice ring to it. <3
DeleteI would pay real money to hear you rap this!
ReplyDeleteThese are the times when I feel that I can only speak in the manner of my nom de Internet:
ReplyDeleteWhaaaa whaa whaaaa whaa....
Now I desperately want there to be a rap album by Chuck Baudelaire featuring Bill The Butcher.
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