Spare Minute

Maybe ill just sit this one out and observe,
Peep the weakness in your game,
Scheme up a fool-proof plan,
And put your ass to shame...
Copyright it, patent it, call it a cure...
Apply it to the end of a Master Card ad,
And assure this one time offer
Is indeed a timeless fad...
So I can finally enjoy my fifteen minutes of fame-
The warmth of the lime light,
And headline my name...
Then snap back to reality,
For its nine to five sensuality-
With its pre-wash and post-pray...
So I can justify my sins at the end of everyday
So that just maybe I can sleep as deeply as I did before
I found my inner voice and discovered
All options are multiple choice...
But, Im not one of your elite street freaks,
Im not good with a mic or finding a beat-
I can't even spin a record,
Yeah, I'm lacking that grace...so...
Let me slow it down a bit to my pace-
That of a pen spitting ink-
All the same producing crimes of the mind,
Guaranteed to make you think...but...
You can't just throw this in and turn it up
On your way home from work....
So, if you can't spade a minute,
Then I ain't waste my time...
I'll be right back out looking,
For the next best pick-up line.