small town hip hop

the open register
the gold light through a pint
the sunken eyes everywhere
the MC continues
not noticing his song falling away dead mid-line

and no one cares
just let me have my thursday
i'm in my makeup or button-up
i want beats
i want eyes on me
i want to spit rhymes
or spit
dirty beer-covered beats
dreams of warm sheets
with anybody

make some noise