I woke up this morning, my coffee was cold,
Checked my screen, saw my fortune unfold.
Blurt.blog said, "Write it, let it flow,"
I get paid to blabber—oh, what a show!
I'm blurtin', just blurtin', my blues away,
Tappin' keys for nickels, words on display.
No rhyme or reason, but the dollars stay,
Oh, I'm blurtin', baby, all night and day.
I scribble 'bout sunsets, cats, and pie,
Spin tales so tall, they touch the sky.
A clickety-clack symphony, my keyboard's my band,
Who knew nonsense could feel so grand?
With a trombone's wail, and a jazzy twist,
I'm the king of blurts—can't resist!
I'm blurtin', just blurtin', my blues away,
Turnin' nothin' to somethin', and I'm gettin' paid.
From sunrise to moonlight, my thoughts parade,
Oh, I'm blurtin', baby, all night and day.
They say I'm a poet, a sage, a clown,
Spinnin' my blurts like a jazzy showdown.
From trombone slides to my nasal tone,
I’m a blogging bard on a digital throne.