Time of My Life ~ Practicing Freestyle Rap

Hard to write a song

that ain't been sung before

people interrupting

knocking at my door

don't wanna be rich

but tired of being poor

think something's totally rad

but it's been had before

wanna get drunk

but that was a dead end door

too high to get dunked

in a funky gore

spit on my hands

but can't climb 

up a rope no more

think on demand

but cut the cord

couldn't afford

cable's high score,

~~~

Ain't able to flex pay

my way through life,

created strife,

bills too thick

to cut with a knife,

wanna take flight

but too uptight

to flow to the right,

so I'm left carryin' a load

of strife and misery,

gotta be free

or it don't cope with me,

see what a mess it be

when I don't listen to the right people,

got doped wrong at the church steeple,

shoulda went home instead took flight

with strangers in the night who raped,

now nobody left to appreciate me

but the best of my friends

who are blessed to the end of the line,

even though they ain't got caught up 

to my rhyme in life,

which has gotta be close

to the best time I've hiked,

just need to float,

the rest of the journey's downhill,

but need a lifeguard

so I don't take a spill

on the rapids.

~~~

©  M. Sue Kearney  11/25/2019

 

Wrapped Up My Life in Rhyme, it's got a Rap kinda beat. Can't write music notes & other sweet stuff.

Gotta

cervical 

dystonia

that's crampin' 

my style 

just a little

too shaky 

 to drive 

for awhile.

Got a 

little too 

anxious

was afraid 

I'd wreck 

and it would

 hurt my smile.

*

I'm a 

Bipolar too

got some moods 

that like

to swing

glad they're 

having fun 

cause it's 

nothing 

to sing.

I quit work, 

I quit living.

I was 

much too 

forgiving, 

so I finally 

left the ring;

the kind of 

men I was 

used to 

gave me sorrows, 

gave me strife. 

So I,

recreated 

my whole life

love my cats, 

love to write, 

there's no need 

to be 

treated 

like a

doormat wife.

***

It's like,

overnight 

a dead poet

moved into 

my rafters

Left a message 

for me 

and a whole 

new chapter,

Got some sense 

up my sleeves

and I'm a little 

bit raptured,

reelin' left and 

fallin' right 

cause my  

heart's been 

captured.

*

Don't think 

I'm crazy, 

I'm a little too 

structured,

hoping my 

hiatal hernia 

don't rupture 

cause I 

gotta dream

and I wanna 

make it come true

*

Gotta 

rhyming thing 

with a word 

association, 

seems like

I've turned into 

a rhyming creation,

Maybe 

I'll move 

to a 

rhyming 
new nation 

where I

can stay cool.

* 

Not foolin',

it wasn't 

my notion 

to transform 

overnight 

into a 

 rhyming 

machine, 

but for me, 

it's like a 

dream come true. 

*

Took a 

rhyming 

vacation

 while sleepin' 

sound hours,

now I'm 

rhyming 

wit and reason 

all over

the flowers.

Won't stop,

cause it seems 

like I love 

this vocation 

need some 

brand new caps 

on my 

yellow old teeth.

*

Channeling 

a dead poet 

was my first 

notion

cause I don't

freestyle

on this side

of the ocean

Got a breeze 

in the window

and cats on my bed.

Can't see 

if there's some 

dead poet stuck

inside my head!

*

Neuro-

plas-ti

ci-ty 

is when your 

brain is rewired,

caught a ride

to some

grey cells and

they're not fried.

It's like 

a new 

property 

has moved 

into my head,

*

Got up, 

to have a 

cup of 

coffee 

and started

writing instead.

Wound down

with a 

lemon drink

so I'm

gonna chill 

on a

black daybed; 

gotta full 

metal bed

in a room 

full of junk 

but there 

just ain't 

room there 

for me to bunk.

*

That five 

o'clock somewhere 

is now 

5 am here

wrote off and on 

for two hours,

and no,

 it's not time 

for a beer,

it's time for 

instant coffee 

which I can 

drink slow, 

 don't need 

no flours 

but got some

cookies 

to go... 

***

© MSK Oct. 10, 2019

~~~

(It's after 2pm and I've been composing and editing off and on for quite awhile. Forgot to mention my Cervical Dystonia and Bipolar 1, so I backed up, and added more lines. Still not satisfied, but that's typical for me. I also have a little OCD. I'm adept at editing my own work, too bad I'm terrible at editing out some of the clutter in my home. lol Finally finished that coffee, made another, finally ate my chocolate chip/pecan cookies and took my meds, also had to stop to feed all the cats,  both the indoor and the feral ones. lol)