The Write Stuff, Part I

For a long time, I aspired to be a writer.  This dream was pushed to the side, ignored, and replaced by new aspirations many, many times.  Recently, I've been inspired to write again (largely based on the influence of creatives around me, for whom I am so incredibly grateful.)  To get my brain in gear, I pulled out a book of writing prompts.

Write the lyrics of a rap song.  They must include a cop, a bad drug bust, and a dog.

All throughout my neighborhood/

People know it’s never good/

To bring crime unto these streets/

Because we’ve got more than cops walking beats.

She’s my little lady, a natural cuddler/

And my friends they always try to smuggle her/

Into their homes but she stays with me/

She’s my Shih Tzu queen, my dog Riley.

Chorus:

(You bring the crime. She’ll get you, she’s got you.  You’re doin’ the time.)

Those dealers bring their drugs to the corner/

“Don’t mess with them, Riley” I try to warn her/

But there’s nothing I can do to ever restrain her/

In her mind she’s built like Schwarzenegger.

When they bring out the meth, heroin, and coke/

They see Riley heading their way and think it’s joke/

Aw look, it’s furry and girly and she wears a sweater/

It’d be wiser to run but they must stop and pet her.

Chorus:

(You bring the crime. She’ll get you, she’s got you.  You’re doin’ the time.)

Those dealers they think what they do is so cool/

But they don’t know that Riley failed puppy school/

She’s bark and she’s bite, she’s rip and she’s tear/

Watch out if she gets a mouthful of your hair.

When the police need a citizen that they can trust/

To bring on the lead in the next drug bust/

They know who to call to keep the streets clean/

My dog, Riley. She’s our Shih Tzu queen.