. .
Seems I'm spending most of my time
at the Karaoke King.
Under normal circumstances
I wouldn't say a thing.
(Because...)
I need to invest some more time in me
or I will never become a star,
because I've already sunk a pretty penny
just pimpin' out my car.
This Mississippi mud
is boggin' down my truck,
and if I don't keep it movin'
I'll never get unstuck.
Success always comes from hard, hard work
it never, ever comes from afar.
Remind me later, please; if you would
to change the strings on my air guitar.
And I'm getting very tired
of dancing with my own silhouette.
I want a big 'ol house
and a brand new black Corvette.
My future's slowly rising,
it shouldn't take me long.
You see,this stage is my home
and this here is my new song!
I need to invest some more time in me
or I'll never become a star,
because I've already sunk a pretty penny
just pimpin' out my car.
This Mississippi mud
is boggin' down my truck,
and if I don't keep it movin'
I'll never get unstuck.
. .





This piece sounds like lyrics, really, which is fine, but I'm not really looking for lyrics just now.
But I feel like I'm just trying to fix the folded-up collar of a poem that's way too cool for that.











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