I Got No Time

I’m bent over the keyboard,

Little bastard cursor mocking me,

"What’a ya got?

What’a ya got?

What’a ya got?"

I got letters.

I got words.

I got the whole universe of the English language,

And some other thing outside the box, cabron.

I got rhythm and cadence.

I got spellcheck.

I got a dark sense of humor

That laughs about things

I don’t want to cry about.

I got a country seems to be falling apart.

I got way too much to think about.

I got confusion.

I got a blog and facebook and

I got to get ready for work.