Caught Staring

I was looking at you. You weren’t looking at me.

I reveled in your glow most discreetly.

I looked you up and down and then down and up.

I drank you in slowly and you filled my cup.

Then you saw me. Your look said it all.

I looked away. But my bluff you did call.

You caught a glimpse of me glimpsing you.

I was caught staring. What else could I do?

I thought I was safe from behind the shades.

Hiding in obscurity. I had it made.

No way you could tell I was checking you out.

Head to toe I wondered what you were about.

But just as I made my way to your eyes,

You shot me a glance that showed your despise.

You caught a glimpse of me glimpsing you,

I was caught staring. What else could I do?

I looked away and then back but your eyes were still there.

Burning a hole right through me with your angry glare.

My cover was blown, yet I couldn’t stop,

Took another look back to savor one last drop.

Your eyes hadn’t moved. You knew I was coming.

Now I’m dead in my tracks. Gut checked and numbing.

You caught a glimpse of me glimpsing you.

I was caught staring. What else could I do?

I moseyed along. My daydream was through.

I was caught staring. What else could I do?

Top Ten Rules to Live By for Rap Battles

Just wanted to share this twitspiration...

Rule #10 of rap battles: No props! This ain't Carrot Top. (Ahem, @davidblevy bustin' out the phone with the line "Tell 'em all on Twitter") about 3 hours ago from TwitterBerry

Rule #9 of rap battles: If you're not ready with a rhyme, say "Yo, yo, yo, check it out" over and over 'til you got one! about 3 hours ago from TwitterBerry

Rule #8 of rap battles: Act like you've been there before! (Also applies to playoff games.) about 3 hours ago from TwitterBerry

Rule #7 of rap battles: Don't repeat a rhyme you used earlier. (Guilty as charged from @snuggiepubcrawl) about 3 hours ago from TwitterBerry

Rule #6 of rap battles: If you mess up, keep flowin'! (If the crowd is as wasted as you, they won't know the difference!) about 3 hours ago from TwitterBerry

Rule #5 of rap battles (wife's in the bathroom): Don't wear a slanket! (Ya heard, @davidblevy!?!) about 3 hours ago from TwitterBerry

Rule #4 of rap battles (per Lisa Goldman): Keep your rap battle rules separate from date night. (Busted) about 4 hours ago from TwitterBerry

Rule #3 of rap battles: It's not always what you say, it's how you say it (ie, play to the crowd) about 4 hours ago from TwitterBerry

Rule #2 of rap battles: make fun of yourself first to take the ammo away from your opponent. about 4 hours ago from TwitterBerry

Top 10 rules for rap battles. #1: always have a fall-back, go-to line. Mine is hit 'em with the baseball bat, I'm not the dog, I'm the cat. about 4 hours ago from TwitterBerry

Snuggie vs. Slanket

Who'd have ever thought that a blanket with sleeves,
Could start such a battle -- sure is hard to believe!



First came the Slanket, but it was expensive and buggy,
Leaving room for a new entrant, the low-priced Snuggie.





But wait, there's more, cuz if you order your Snuggie now,
They'll throw in a booklight, sure beats the Shamwow!



So who will emerge as the long term playa?
Slanket or Snuggie -- who's got the most flair?

Only time will tell but we'll soon get a preview,
On April 18th, with the battle of 2 live Jews.

At the end of the Snuggie Pub Crawl in the heart of Chi-town,
It's the Slanket vs. Snuggie rap battle and only 1 crown!

Update: Snuggie Won! Ya heard. Das my werd. Video forthcoming.

Partly Cloudy

Partly sunny, partly shade...
As the cold wind blows, my memories fade.

What once was clear and crisp as a fall breeze,
Is now muddied at the bottom of a pile of leaves.

Rake and claw to the recesses of your mind,
Open the window to your heart and find...

Buried beneath the darkness and despair,
Lies the core of a soul no worse for the wear.

So the next time you find yourself falling to your knees,
Get back up, exhale and see the forest for the trees.

-Willard G. Scott

There's No Time Like the Present...

And there's no greater present than time.

Time may heal all wounds,
But it won't keep you in your prime.

What I wouldn't do for an extra hour a day,
I'd do just about anything, that is, but time.

Even a stopped clock's right twice a day,
So why must the punishment fit the crime?

There's a time for every season,
But in winter you can't grow thyme.

So let's all live in the moment,
And cherish the light that's lime.

-Life is a G-I-F-T

The Game Changer

Like a shot to the heart but not too late,
Our love has spawned a creature of fate.

Will our destiny remain unbound,
As our feet become rooted to the ground?

Will we finally give in to the call of the West?
Or will we still keep things close to the vest?

Lots of questions, less and less time.
Will I be able to squeeze in the ocassional rhyme?

One things for certain, nothing will be the same.
But that's what I signed up for when I changed the game.

-Papa-G

Tha Line is Fine...

There's a fine line between self-discipline and OCD,
Is that why they call it borderline?

There's a fine line between mothering and smothering,
But how else will they keep you in line?

There's a fine line between confident and cocky,
Some just know how to toe the line.

There's a fine line between love and hate,
Especially when the woman is fine.

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