Dirt off my shoulder

Allow me to re-introduce myself, my name is JOE, yo, J to the O, E;
I use ta read books by the shelf, see;

I guess even back then you could call me;
CEO of the 2, 5, blog HO; 

Jump out the lead down into the mire;
I've long been this blog's number one supplier;

Writing more than posts that were bearing my name;
I got the back-up bloggers in this game yankin my chain;

That's right JOE, yo, not DAV, but simil-ar to the letters no one can do it better;
I check letters like a word inspector;

My homie A. Jones said finish the check list;
So that's what I'm gonna do, take it back from some Texans;

Let me tell you dudes, what I do to protect this;
Shoot at you actors like movie directors.

This ain't too groovy dawg.

Best blogger alive.

I'm back.

I just got to brush some dirt off my shoulder and, like Diego Maradona, I'm gonna redirect the goal.

The lead was in sight and I got out of my lane.  I set a goal of 47 books this year and took a two-book lead on my pace.  I got distracted when Dave slowed his pace to a wane and I smelled the lead.  I nearly caught him when he refocused.  It sure seemed like I had plenty of time, so I wrote on the blog and slowly crept up.  Now I sit 2 books off pace and Dave's posting in spurts.

 Long George R.R. Martin books slowed my pace and my sabotage backfired.  That's alright though, cause I can accept redirection to my lane.  I'm going to zero in on 47 books for the year and grind on that.

Then Dave goes and posts three-straight.  It's one thing to protect your lane, but another to invade another.  That's some provocation right there!


What the hell bro?  Well guess what?  Now this is happening:



That's how I roll.


So, I'm here to re-introduce myself and take that lane, Jack; cause you know me.
I'm here for my throne like Stannis; And you can call that my plan, bitch.

Get that dirt off my shoulder!