Lesson 1

A guest poem by: Alexi M.

Poetry is his vent,

That’s where all his time’s spent,

Not in the libs, just at the crib, postin’ posts like a tent.

I’ve told the kid to get working,

Because the college time is for learning,

But he’s jottin’ down on a notebook, for a rap hook we’re not yearning.

For what is rap without flow,

You buy those lyrics for the low?

Or a beat maker without a shaker, bro you ain’t no DJ Esco.

So read this and take note,

This is the first lesson on flow.

I’m sorry to say it but the truth hurts,

You either got it bro or you don’t.

So write a blog post about your life, not a fake image and stop flexin’.
Cause I swear to god if you rap again, I’ll drop another one of these lessons.

A Sonnet About Spain

Everyone else makes blogs when they're abroad.  I already have one.  So here's a poem:

I came to Spain I cannot tell you why

Perhaps the language that I learned to speak

Another year in Georgia I’d have died

My Tolerance for Maggie’s has grown weak

I smile at las chicas at the club

Just glad to be in such a different place

Cerveza flows from taps at every pub

Pobreza is with alcohol erased

I’ll go to Munich and to Amsterdam

Although a tourist I am really not

Oktoberfest makes you into a man

I heard the Red Light District flows with pot

Madrid will be my humble home this fall

If you’re in Spain please do give me a call