In my star-print robe
Coffee on my shirt
Crumbs all over the globe
Type “good morning, world”
With a crooked grin
If it makes you smile
I get paid to rant on Blurt.blog
Talkin’ life, art, cats, and smog
Little cha-ching every time I think
Sip that joy like a long slow drink
Oh, I get paid to live my life out loud
Click that post, make my mama proud
Snap one weird photo
Of my toast and jam
Call it “Breakfast Study”
Yeah, I’m that ham
Black-and-white doorway
Stray dog yawns wide
Suddenly it’s “urban stillness”
Film grain on my fingers
Old songs in my head
Blue tint on the city
Silver dreams in my bed
I write what I’m feeling
You read, you relate
The comments go crazy
Crooked jazz record
Spinning slow and sly
I hum some nonsense
Let the rhythm reply
Type about heartbreak
Then a dumb meme too
If it made you laugh
That’s my rent come through