Got my coffee in a chipped blue mug
bathrobe crown, I’m the blogging thug
Typing genius in my bedroom chair
getting paid to overshare
Blurtin’ the blues on Blurt.blog, baby
deep voice, cheap wine, life’s kinda crazy
Art, film, photos, music on the page
enjoy life, get paid, that’s my stage
Took a picture of my half-burnt toast
called it “modern still life, doing the most”
Posted a poem ’bout my missing sock
somebody tipped and said, “this knocked”
Scroll, click, post, repeat
little cha-ching every time I hit “tweet”
Well, not that site, but you know the feel
turning daily nonsense into a reel
[spoken, low] “Oscar for my grocery haul, please.”