I drop flows like a messy kid drops crumbs.

 

“Friday I woke up excited,

My rap song was being recited,

Many liked it and said it was funny,

Too bad it won’t make me any money,

After school I got word from some friends,

Saying they’d be in town before the day ends,

Work flew by quickly that day,

We were interviewing for a job with decent pay,

We didn’t want most of the interviewees to stay,

Like “Old Man River” who was really gray,

When I got home I gave the house a quick clean,

I even scrubbed around the latrine,

The apartment was clean for our friend,

Perhaps this cleanliness could become a trend,

 

Woke up the next morning and just hung around,

I’ve been listening to Stavely’s new sound,

I got to visit with Grace for quite a bit,

Her kids were good and didn’t through a fit,

They enjoyed playing with our trash,

Junk makes the best toys because it doesn’t cost much cash,

Later I had Pad Thai for a birthday lunch,

I was so delicious that I think I ate too much,

That evening I saw some family from out of town,

To get here they had to drive a long way down,

My mom had showed them my rap—my flow,

They liked it a lot and said I should go pro,

That night I drove back to the big city,

My sister and some friends were in my vicinity,

They stopped by for a bit to eat a bite,

They and Grace both left later that night,

 

Sunday morning I made it to church right on time,

This is a normal occurrence and nothing sublime,

Afterwards Trish was kind enough to cut my hair,

Her job performance was better than fair,

Emily made lunch—I miss her cooking,

She should be a caterer—I could do booking,

After eating I relaxed for a while,

Chilling with friends will never go out of style,

Angela and I had a good small group meeting,

If you don’t have a group, we have extra seating,”

Yeah, another million dollar song right there.

Andrew Nemeth