The powerful bloggers say “Post every day,”
But that’s a rate I can’t sustain
Still it sits in my head and I think I should say
Whatever pops into my brain.
That turns a blog into Twitter though,
And we have enough of that crap
The goal of my writing should be to spread joy
Not spout garbage takes in all caps.
Since I was a kid I have written these rhymes
For purpose of whimsy and humor
You can hate on these lyrics and call them a crime
I care ’bout as much as a tumor.
Buy all of my books and share with your homies
The wit of your boi Graham Bradley
I’ll be too busy with sequels to rap for you normies
If not, I’ll keep dropping this madly.