Rapping Presents or, Deck You In The Halls

Just a random post because I’m feeling creative. There’s this artist, he’s a rapper, and he goes by the name Sage Francis … I have to say I love the man simply based on his lyrics. Genius! Anyway, it got me thinkin’ that I really like to write in the rhyme scheme a lot of rappers use; it’s a very loose scheme, leading you back to a key rhyming word every so often. And, so, I decided to give it half a shot:

I can’t just smile and sit there, thinkin’ of better days

Cause I got no dreams to hear me out and all my words have run away

So, now I’m speechless, killing time with ripened peaches, until I’m done

Cause they’re easy to bruise

As I kick ‘em to the curb with rented shoes, nothing to lose

Except myself

Got my mem’ries all lined up to knock ‘em down off their high shelf

And when it’s empty I find no relief

What’s left is painted wood and it’s not helping me to find my sleep

With my mind deep I toss and I turn

Until I turn to the bottle and use your name as a cistern

Your words are spoken but they tumble out to blind ears

On to my shoulders where I’ll wear their weight for many years

And when I drop ‘em they lay for none to see

You pick ‘em up, recycle lines, and throw ‘em back in front of me

Leaving me helpless I wander like a fool

Dangle that lurid lure then reel me in to play with you

I’m back to drinking, toss a shot and toss my hair

Mouthing “I love you”, too afraid to let the feelings air

And you pretend, too,

About as well as I do

Enough to keep me in the dark while you’re choosing who to lie to