Right now, I'm wasting time
Spilling my brains on my pad
Spelling, diddling nothing particular
Open you time, take your money.
Give to the man, take it away.
Little bit gets done, not outdone.
My brain is shifting and drifting
Thinking of my bills, not doing what
I'm paid to do. Writing this stuff
Leaving it for later.
Showing posts with label Work Rap Prose. Show all posts
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Monday, September 28, 2009
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