For some reason, I thought I was a rapper today. The following lines came out of me. I'd say they varied from the sublime to the ridiculous. If there are any producers out there that want to record my dope rhymes, I am open to discussion.
Went to Uta Hagen and worked on elocution/would be a tough in the movies 'cause they're all Lilliputian.
I keep hos at a distance like a vampire to garlic/I got one foot out the door like Hosni Mubarak.
I write rhymes sublime like Cyrano de Bergerac/I got beats complete like a young Burt Bacharach.*
Got a cigar in my mouth like Bunk from "The Wire"/Had too many drinks like "Grace Under Fire".
Like Cazale in Godfather, taken down by Al Pacino/Knock you out with a bullet 'cause you can't run a casino.
I am tight in the fight like an angry Tipper Gore/I reduce my cholesterol with the help of Lipitor.
On the porch like Larry Storch stone-cold F-trooper/But the best I confess is Hangin' With Mr. Cooper.
Revolution in Egypt, Tunisia and Yemen/Would like it even more if they stopped dissin' women.
* was thinking of adding lines about Kerouac and maybe an aerovac, but maybe some other time.
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