By: Benjamin Abbas

Do you know the Muffin Man?
His lifelong dream was to play in a band
Instead his feet are buried in sand.
If he skipped work he would be canned
His boss bringing down the iron hand
Another job he would demand
Ripping hair out strand by strand

In a library, books he scans
Swatting flies hovering by the fan
He’d rather be a fat caveman

You think this poem is super crazy
It’s not, I’m just lazy
Nothing better to do when it’s hazy
I’m so good at this I’m like Jay-Z

While judges listen to my rhyme,
It’s so long they think it’s a crime
If you read slow you’re out of time
Right now in my prime
Rhythm moving so fast it feels sublime

Move your hands and feet
To the non-stop beat
Some would say it’s a treat
To listen to something so sweet
If you can’t dance, go to the street
Where there will be a giant fleet
Of people waiting in burning heat
Until you can dance like the elite