Your Days Are Numbered Now Name Them
Six hundred years old.
On his thirty-ninth childhood.
Jonah finally learned to shit his pants.
He could shit those pants with ease, now.
No need to scare shit out.
All done with zero grunting, he was proud…
Ya gotta learn to shit yourself, he knew.
If it takes six hundred years.
Cause once you learn to shit yourself, my friend.
No shit can come from fears.
Staying Where God Wants You
Pretend you are a fuckwit.
A moron and a gloat.
Pretend you’ve nothing to offer.
Then think about your oath.
Your oath. Your oath…
Just think about your oath.
To UPHOLD life.
Against all strife.
And now, apparently, you’re in it.
It’s time for you to bring it.
Sing or just wingding it.
But Madame or Good Sir.
Bring it.
The Stupid Future And Past
It hit him in the gut.
Right. In. The. Gut.
Weren’t no ifs, no ands or buts.
There it was and just because
It was there, he could see it.
He could feel it, be it.
Let it run amok.
Or he could look away.
Go and play.
He could really not give a fuck.
That thing was there.
That much was true.
But it did not tell him what to do.
He could shelve it for the future.
Redesignate it’s past.
He could do this from where he stood right now.
Create a new future and past…
If You Open The Door For God He Will
The Devil makes you do stuff.
You don’t want to do.
And God, he wants whatever you want.
Cause God, he works through you.
Satan works in other folks.
Via tempers they can’t control.
They stab you once maybe fitty times
And you don’t ever say whoa!
…
See, God and Lucifer, at your beck and call.
God is gonna help you good.
For Slewfoot, you take the fall.
But buddy, don’t you think for a moment.
You are doing this all.
The Deadly Lack Of Imagination
They didn’t think it was a bear.
Just the shadow of a rock.
Cause this bear never growled
And it never, ever talked.
It just cast this shadow.
Not much there to know to
Run this way or walk all day
But some who say
It’s a bear alright.
We need more fright!
And get out of sight!
Don’t wait til night!
Or it’s cover of darkness.
You disregard this
At your peril.
And they did…
In Liarland
When his lips were moving
And his mouth was on this side.
One could hear the fibs a tumbling.
And, once in a while, collide.
They painted a sunny picture
Full of sunny, sunny ways.
But the sun will gladly take your sight
And leave you in a blinded daze.
He lied and lied and lied and lied.
With smart dressed liars by his side.
They flashed their whitened teeth with glee
And shook with both their hands, look … see!
They held friends fast and enemies faster
They only focus on what they’re after.
And buddy, that ain’t you.
How They Shut You Up
You’re scared.
Am I right?
You don’t sleep good at night?
You, you think they’re watchin’.
No, but they sorta gotcha.
Looking over your shoulder.
Sayin’ ” Dammit! I fucking told ya!”
Hands in ya pockets.
Not your hands, all theirs.
Fingers in your busy-ness.
Fixin’ on your address.
Nothin’ you own’s yours.
You run with man whores.
They, they open doors.
So often they tell you…
And you know they close them too.
Reality As An Onion Where You’re Peeling The Inside Out
He could be artificially intelligent.
He could walk and do that talking.
He could observe without balking.
He had a front and centre seat
To the Shit Show.
Ya, here in the front row,
He could smell the shit.
Got used to it
Being on his clothes and
Up his nose.
From there he rose to the challenge
Like Stonehenge.
Shit was fake as hell…
This Farmer Farms Crazy
You had to pay them for paying them.
They charged you for nothing.
Fines tripled and quadrupled.
The cameras missed nothing.
They charged you to use your money.
Had to pay if you didn’t.
Paid to tie your horse up.
Got a fine if you didn’t.
Charged you for the ground
And the rain and the waste.
Charged you for a stadium
While your road lay in waste.
Charged you more for taxes
So they could pile on more debt.
Squeeze you for a little more and
Crazy you, you say yes.
Outlying The Outliars
Psst! Ya wanna hear a story?
Bout a guy that wasn’t sorry
That he fibbed about tamorry?
It wasn’t true.
But what could he do?
It was through and though!
No really, what could he do?!
Even facts not true.
He said to you.
Looked your TV in it’s eye.
Said pally, I’m your guy.
And don’t you wonder why.
Just nod, yes sir! Eye, eye!
And kiss your arse goodbye.
Upon Losing Your Mind
Keep someone close whom remembers.
Tell you how great you are.
Might recall where they moved your whiskey.
Might remind you that ain’t your car.
Maybe not so jumpy at sundown.
Might help find your bloody remote.
Might remind you strangers are not your son.
Maybe smart enough to pet your goat.
Maybe say you’re a good boy and
Good boys don’t cry and good
Girls know why.
They listen to their mommies
And their daddy-waddies
And they don’t turn the stove on
By themselves.
French Understand French. Geniuses, Geniuses.
There was nothing to complain about.
The good life was boring as shit.
He knew what he’d eat for dinner that night,
And he knew from what place he’d eat shit.
He knew he knew shit.
He knew they knew it.
He faked his way good.
Got tanned like he could.
But alas, he stood
To lose and he
Boozed like he
Had no tomorrow.
My god, the sorrow…
Awaiting him.
Baiting him.
There’s no tomorrow!
He could not borrow
From the future
Like you, sir.
And everyone does.
They Said Their Way Was The Way But It Was Just Another Way
Their God was a loving god.
Right here, pot was legal by god.
Here, you get a nice piece of cheap sod.
Don’t tell you, after purchase, you thought
Shit was yours.
Gonna make a stand from even
Down on all fours.
Better down here.
Keep a head low.
Never lotsa warning to avoid the next blow.
Eye on the watch.
Sidestepping gotcha!
Beggars slow trollin’
For soul.
They Sent No Dollars To The Front Line
No Dollars was the cunning sort.
He’d report “No thing to see!”
And there he’d be…
Helping entropy.
Giggling as shit breaks down.
No Dollars didn’t play about.
You could smell him when he’s around.
The fear… that sweet… that curious scent.
Put big men on their heels and spent
Life like it was worthless.
Pitty now… poor us!
No Dollars, you stay away!
Life Teaches Little The First Time Around
You cook, then eat.
Undress, then sleep.
Time doesn’t pass until you notice it creep
Into your hair and knees and
Even if you don’t please
Time is gonna find you.
Fade away your memory.
Now you cannot run.
Muse at all the things that will never get done.
Now you have to think.
Think and deeply drink
From the past that flew so fast
That it damn near missed you.
Translating Fibbery
His lips moved lots,
When he lied.
Her words flowed true
When she lied.
They smiled and held hands.
Achieving all their plans
Against the also rans.
Holding all the cards.
Ahead by many yards.
They shone from these retards.
Because they spoke a second language.
One that contained all the damage.
Til it ripped a hole in
Honesty’s soul.
A hole the beggars patched up pronto.
