Coffee cold, socks don’t match
Opened my screen
Turned chaos into cash
I rant, I rave, I overshare
Internet stare, digital lair
I get paid to blurt the blues
Click-clack keys and a crooked muse
Post that pic, that half-baked thought
Art so weird it can’t be bought
I get paid to blurt the blues
Laughin’ while the numbers move
Scroll that feed
See my face between cat memes
One bad poem
Now bankrollin’ my wild dreams
Snapshots of my broken chair
Somehow folks just stop and stare
On Blurt I drop my midnight rants
On Base I dance in pixel pants (oh yeah)
Earnin’ little glowing coins
Shakin’ this old skeleton joint
Art and film and frames I catch
Turn each laugh into a stack