You never know when inspiration will strike. This morning before opening the office, I wrote a rap song. Gimme a beat now. Here we go.
Oh, no, Tessa, say it ain’t true.
I stopped my chores to listen to you?
Turned off the vacuum, picked up the phone,
‘cuz you got a warranty for a car I don’t own?
You mechanical-voiced fake woman out there,
you blocked caller ID, to show you dare
to dis’ me big,
thumb your nose at da man.
I’ll narc you off, and you know I can.
But, Tessa, you agressa,
I’ll give you a break.
I was workin’ up a sweat with that vacuum snake.
I was huffin’ and a puffin’ to the second floor,
so you gave me a breather,
I could use five more.
But Tessa, the messa, it still be there,
so if you call again, you betta beware.
