You fuck. You shit. You fucking jerk!

You could not live with her not hurt?

You have to flex your power.

Send zombies to devour

Our mom, you fuck…

You fucking goat!

I hope your pride blocks off your throat.

And you leap far but don’t clear the moat.

With gold filled pockets to the brim,

Make a splash but you can’t swim!

Well, soon your spark begins to dim.

Amused, I watch you flail and cry.

Through once bros lips I ask you why,

Why you have to be that guy…

You fucking weasel Bryan.

All my life I’ve waited on people.

Waited on men.

Waited on men.

Waited on my Mother

Who waited on men.

She brought up / in men.

Daughter no hen.

She waited on men, but no hen back then

Could not say when

But now she can

Cause it’s my story.

I’m making this up.

Okay, I love you and

Good bye. Good bye.

The weather is fine and

Don’t lie, don’t lie.

I know you don’t remember.

Don’t remember, don’t remember.

So you peat and repeat.

Over and over and

Even though you shoo’d me off

Told me wait through spit and cough.

Mom, I love you lots!

The best mom shit you not.

Through thick and thin

You kept us in

Your heart so full of love.

Mom, I can’t get enough,

Of you, and repetitious thoughts and

I will be your memory…

You would flail in the arms race.

Get off to a real slow start.

Big opposition is a stiff wind.

You are but a fart.

Jesus knew how to use a drink.

He didn’t think that men would sink

To the lowest low.

Jesus didn’t know.

He was here to sew

Good not evil and Jesus wasn’t feeble.

Handle his booze.

Jesus didn’t choose

To act the loser.

Watch a box, ahh…

Gotcha gotcha!

Jesus ain’t hangin’ around!

It’s holograms all the way up

Take a sup

Fill your cup

That’s enough.

Now, look into the middle.

Say what you want.

Holding up a sign.

That don’t work, have a little wine.

Hold a dinner party.

Three hundred bucks a plate.

Hire a couple news people.

Hold ’em at the gate.

Make the beggars wait.

Keep ’em til it’s late.

Call yourselves the Builderburgers.

Ya, give yourselves a name.

Yard yourselves away from them.

Make out like it’s a game.

Off the field, down two flights,

Dreams of days and fear long nights.

This is where you claim your right

To win and sin and then begin

To compromise your fight.

Here, you won’t sleep tight.

You’ll strain with all your might.

For post-game comes the fright.

You are not so bright.

That you light the way

So you can stay

On the straight and narrow

Because you know

The game…

She’s almost over.

To grass, no… isn’t greener.

In fact it’s waay obscener.

Than just fibbing to yourself.

Your self esteem will melt

Into their cauldron.

You’ll be solvent.

Breaking down reality with

A truth so all alone.

He turned to the East.

And it was east.

He turned to the West

And it was west.

Then he stopped right there.

Said make a square.

And that’s how we get ’round.

Buddy kytes checks til the chickens

Come home to roost.

Buddy doubles down like the gamblin clown

He buys cars to boost.

They ain’t doing time because

Boat dem on the juice.

They go full on out on account of

Nothin can get loose.

They are not like youse.

They above the muse.

Stay out of the news.

They help pick and choose

The guilty.

Jesus christ Barry!

What’d you do?

Think shit through!

Why don’t you… ?!

Oooh ooh ooh!

Jesus christ, you!

You little shit!

Now you’ve done it!

Gonna be a hit

With the belt boy…

Nope. Didn’t come to work.

Too many times.

God is good not great.

Sideways uses the second dimension.

Did you know there is a third?

You are not the same damn you each day

You’re not, or haven’t you heard?

There’s a fourth and fifth and

Next to it, another.

And another

And another one after that

Until you stop.

Which you don’t.

You won’t like where you have been.

Boredom bile burns acidic sting.

You’re fed up with everything.

And murder’s on the rise.

You are not surprised.

For if you could, you’d turn back time.

But that time is not this time line.

That time is next door…

The shit can hit the absolutely shitiest fan.

You can lose it all on an also ran.

The worst can detonate your bullet proof master plan.

And it can still be a damn good day.

You have learned that was the price you paid.

To be here right now and you think

Holy cow!

Today is a Red Letter day!

Buddy can run and jump and skip.

Buddy ignores and gives a shit.

Buddy takes charge and throws a fit.

God doesn’t dare set foot

In here.

Buddy likes to wrestle problems really big.

Buddy ain’t proud don’t need no fig

Leaf him alone.

Buddy’s on the phone.

Get’n shit from home.

His wife is all alone.

God ain’t even married

For all we know.

Buddy’s got a hat trick

On the go.

One is here and now.

One is just for show.

Who ya gonna call when

Buddy’s all you know?

You happen to love, crazy.

You listen here, crazy.

You agree with some, crazy.

You can’t stand, crazy.

You kinda go, crazy.

You like it there, crazy.

You cachet, crazy.

You won’t stop, crazy.

You wonder some, crazy.

Why do they call you Crazy?

He wouldn’t say shit

If his mouth was full of it.

Promoted, promoting.

Can’t do his own thing.

Why dear lord is he not on board.

How come he won’t feed himself?

He could deal the hand he was dealt.

But he bends for others.

And even his mother.

Can’t imagine the emptiness felt.

They lie, they do and you stay true

Even though it matters not.

They have made their mind

And while it seems unkind

To them, it matters not.

They see their way and pave the day

With hard imagined facts.

If you look away

You will see that they

Look a different way

That sucks.

She was sad and he was mad.

His boss was disappointed.

Her sins had been annointed.

Her spouse believed her.

His kids did not.

They could not know

The web they’re caught in.

It was their opinion.

They made it real.

And it was really bad.

Hello says the guard from security.

He wants to know your name.

Wait says the guard from security.

He’s curious why you came.

You need to know somebody.

Know their floor by heart.

You need to know them well.

Or you’ll soon depart.

Fruitless, helpless, on the street.

You won’t meet the peeps with

Whom you can’t compete.

There’s no hello from security.

No guard here to greet.

No guard asks mister top floor’s name.

He comes in three floors deep.

Mister top floor has a back door.

The guards have never seen.

See, the guards exist between

The ground floor and the top floor.

That floor you’ll never see.

A rising tide

Sinks some ships.

The loosest lips

Float asunder.

Us under.

God damn whiskey!

Bastard beer!

Shit head vodka!

Christmas cheer?!

Sorry I’m drunk now.

Shouldn’t be here.

Goddamn whiskey!

Bastard beer!

Don’t leave me Lucifer.

I need your fear.

Cause if you leave

It’s only me here.

You are you.

You know that’s true.

But you can be you

Without you too.

You can leave a sign.

A note.

A text.

You can leave a message so perplexing

That bafflement ensues.

Now what do we do?

When that you

Is not you…

Your last time to the play store.

Down loaded, in settings.

The features you’re getting.

Hold on now, you’re betting

The whole damn store.

So tap on No Regrets.

Check I’ll Take What I Get.

Link your bank account.

Check Max Amount.

Apply for an overdraft.

It’s a check mark, don’t be daft.

Check reoccurring yes.

Then type in your best guess.

How much you’ll make.

How much we can take.

And three-sixty image of your soul.

Ain’t a gonna happen.

Not today.

Kid gonna do it anyway.

Now they hate you.

Off their Christmas list.

Tried to help them.

Now they’re pissed.

You eff off.

Stoo-pid you.

Not gonna do it

Like you do.

You are wrong.

Sing your sad song

To someone else

Because me…

I’m out the choir.

People came from far and wide.

Wondered just how more ain’t collide.

Some not born afore they died.

Two little souls on board.

Take them please dear lord.

They go back now.

Start agin.

No recollection whar they bin.

Come agin now son.

Daughter come now.

Member whar ya come from.

Back somehow.

You popped right and shit yourself.

And you cried like a baby.

You slept all day like a sucky tit.

You were a rukus and I don’t mean maybe.

We had to monitor you.

Listen and watch.

Thought stuff happened

But we never caught ya

Sneaking out at night.

We knew that wasn’t right.

Cause you could not walk.

And could not talk.

Hell, you were just a baby!

Just get covered in shit maybe once.

That shit’ll make you feel so dunce like.

You’ll be done with shit.

But shit will see to it

That yep, you’re done.

You’ll be on the runny run.

Watching this way and that way.

Ah-voiding shit.

And you’ll be in it.

And not know…