My verse (18 lines):
Act 1, Scene 1
A lone man, young but stressed, cleans his desk nervously
He adjusts his hat purposefully. He's wearing his cleanest shirt and jeans
Door opens, shuts. The foreman enters.
Foreman:
Listen here, Blue. You're a good kid.
'cause of you, this here wordplay mine's done better than it ever did.
You've sure made this old wordplay miner's heart mighty proud,
we need to face the music, son. I'm shutting it down.
Blue:
All due respect sir, this text, sir, still good, Mr. Foreman
and my pap made a living on wordplays and his pap before him
I know how it looks in this day and age, with gunbars all the rage,
but I KNOW I can make this wordplay mine work. I'd bet a months pay!
Foreman:
A month's pay? Blue, you damned fool, I like your spunk
But a month's work for free? too good a deal to pass up
I'll give you one month with this wordplay mine, but I can't afford no more
Truth be told, I thought it dried up back in '04..
Blue:
Thank you sir! I'm sure of it! Soon, I'll break new ground!
I'll make pap... and his pap.. and his pap... and his pap proud.
Blue, with newfound spirit, rushes to his notepad, eager to score
the wordplay that his pap's pap's pap never dreamed of before
Blue:
Albatross.... I'll butt ross?
Scene
Let me know if you would like to battle, Blue Bayou
-IS
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