Man on a Dime

Galen, my neph-phew!

Well, Son, like I said before,

and I'll say it again,

you are a walk’in rapper,

wait’in to happ’in,

so get snapp’in,

and stop napp’in ,

in that great big head of yours,

and keep-on a-writ’in,

start jamm’in ,

there's a stash up there,

kept on a-hold’in,

kick’in and a-scream’in

ain’t no moe dream’in, grin’in & a’sin’nn

fight’in to get out, break’in & a’win’in.

Grow’in pains is easy for some.

Grow’in pains can make you feel dumb.

Hey Hun, you done dun’nit this time,

start mak’in yoa rhyme,

Eh! Man on a Dime!

It don't cost much,

just a pencil or pen,

and I got paper bags,

sitt’in here, damn brand new.

So rest, don't over think it,

you been do’in that all your life,

so sink it,

dunk it, drink it,

ker-plunk it too,

dust it off that cliff,

spread it,

love it, hover, hove hug it,

and watch the others adore,.

That groovy brain of priceless jam,

& remember, keep’em jam’min,

the spaceships yes’um, yes they hover,

visibly, discover’in, and don't care if,

we see them How’wee, mu’tha!

for tomorrow maybe, sor’row

a'nu-tha, nut-ti-er day then, so,

come on, come on, come on,

what you wait’in for? Aunt Trish

Hark! The Her-ald Angels Singgg.

So come on, come on,

what you wait’in for, then come on,

come on, Shut the damn door!

Light by Design,

Man on a Dime!