I wake up late, my coffee's cold,
The Wi-Fi's slow, the rent's on hold—
But hey, I'm paid to blurt my views,
A blogging bard with nothin' to lose.
I tap my keys, the words just flow,
About cats, hats, and what I don't know.
Who knew a blog could pay the bills?
Turns out nonsense has its thrills.
Oh, I'm bloggin' on Blurt, ain't life a gas?
Trombone's wailin', deep bass got class.
Writing my heart out, ain't got no shame,
For a paycheck with my keyboard name.
I wrote a post on toast one day,
It went viral—who's to say?
The world loves buttered bread, it seems,
Now I'm a star in online memes.
Got folks askin', "Where'd you find that hat?"
"What's your stance on dogs versus cats?"
I shrug and grin, then type away,
My job's to ramble, and they still pay.
Oh, words are cheap, but blogs are gold,
Spin a tale, watch the story unfold.