by @offgridlife on OGMedia
View my bio on Blurt.media: https://blurt.media/c/offgridlife 
I lace my shoes for the stroll
Through that little word-web lane
One post, one grin, one hole in the day
And the coins come back again
My coat got pockets for praise
My pockets got pockets for bread
I tap my cane on the page and say
"Sir, I was born to be fed"
[Pre-Chorus]
Oh, the count goes up
Like rain on glass
I tip my hat
And let it pass
[Chorus]
Paid to walk on Blurt.blog
Paid to walk on Blurt.blog
I take my turn, I earn my mug
Paid to walk on Blurt.blog
(Blurt.blog)
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[Verse 2]
A viola sighs in the corner
The violin paints me blue
The cello laughs in a low warm throat
Like it knows what I’ll do
I swing by the feed for a glance
And the accordion gives me a wink
Then I bow to the post and the comments say
"That boy can walk and think"
[Pre-Chorus]
Oh, the count goes up
Like rain on glass
I tip my hat
And let it pass
[Chorus]
Paid to walk on Blurt.blog
Paid to walk on Blurt.blog
I take my turn, I earn my mug
Paid to walk on Blurt.blog
(Blurt.blog)
(Blurt.blog)
[Bridge]
If the day comes crooked
I lean it straight
With a bass-line chuckle
And a little luck’s weight
I don’t need gold shoes
Or a velvet throne
Just a warm old chair
And a page of my own
[Final Chorus]
Paid to walk on Blurt.blog
Paid to walk on Blurt.blog
I take my turn, I earn my mug
Paid to walk on Blurt.blog
(Blurt.blog)
(Blurt.blog)
Paid to walk on Blurt.blog
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