Ruder And Abuser

Holy shit Mart, ya ignent.

You’re rude.

You’re crude.

You’re full wazooed.

Shoulda bin tatooed.

Get a big middle finger on ya forehead.

Sayin’ back here’s nothing but brain dead.

Cause ya pay no mind to they said.

You falling in holes

Thenya climb outa those

But like a casket ya goes

Inna nother hole.

So there ya go.

They tole ya so.

But you don’t know…

Ya ignent.

South Heading Shit

Let’s say you’re unaware.

Because you are.

Say the universe is big

And you’re a star.

Stars burn out and

Stars collide.

This shit tastes bad but

Open wide.

You have lived and

You have died.

Dead are the stars who

Fear collide so ya,

Take it in,

Take it all in stride.

 

 

 

You Got My Back Boi

Ya born all together and

All that shit.

I don’t make that much

Of it but, mom…

Jesus, mom, she says you call

You brudder.

He could call me.

But he don’t cause mom’s the

Glue for our family.

Once she’s gone, so is he.

 

Manufacturing Gratitude

Get a life, my friend.

Then almost lose it.

Have some pain, my friend.

Then slowly lose it.

Work your fingers to the bone then

Before you get home,

Have some joker say “you’re gone!”

And friend, you’re fired.

Lose your job and then your house.

Feel like a teeny mouse

In a trap that you have made

All by yourself.

Now struggle to get up.

Go and find that old, cracked cup.

Dust it off and take a sup

Let it run over.

Then, no matter where you are

You must find your lucky star cause

That star will guide you far

On the path of pain.

 

 

You Fucking Fuck With Me Fucker And Fuck Boi You Be Fucked!

When you sleep with dogs,

Ats ruff.

When you grit your teeth.

Enough.

When you look too screen.

With no in between.

Maybe inside scream

Saying

Take me to the bathroom!

Answer me making love.

Look me in the camera.

I’m every face you made.

I know your voice and

How you write.

When you wake up and

If you snore, aight?

Ya, you were you…

Before me.

 

 

Personal Message To My Reader

I know who you are.

Who you are.

Who you are.

I know you know I know

Who you are.

Who you are.

But that don’t get us both

Very far.

Very far.

I know you can’t reveal.

Cause you wan make me squeal.

Like airyday christmas.

It’s open present time.

 

Babble Head

You talk in jerkles.

You makin’ hurdles.

Your dreams a’curdle

The sickest cream.

You makin’ problems.

You know we got ’em.

But you still brought sum.

Doh, lak we need?

Where are your thoughts, man?

Your thinkin’s fraught ya.

With gettin’ caught, hah!

Nightmare conundrum.

Your thinkin’ stinks son.

We haven’t begun.

To address the shit, um,

That seems to come from

Your hole for pie.

You Guessed Wrong

You can’t estimate.

You’re guessing tube’s plugged.

Once you could guesstimate.

Now you bin drugged

By red light, green light,

Yellow light fine!

Didn’t know you broke a law

Photo got ya cryin’.

And they got cha buyin’.

You bin caught a tryin’.

To make time!

That’s why the fine!

You bad, old time maker!

 

Gone! Curiosity Gone!

Certainty is what we need!

Got no time to grow from seed!

You don’t follow, you will bleed!

You wanna drive an old car?

Name on a seat in an old bar?

You taken freedom too far!

Buddy, look at your clothes.

You ain’t one of those

Fortunates whom knows

If fashion’s cool, you frozen.

Not controlled by the season.

Fashion without reason.

New car just like the old car.

Still light blue with a gold star.

Apple, she fall but not far.

From the tree they prune from seed.

 

 

If I Don’t Feed This Thing

He wasn’t from here and

He couldn’t breathe.

He couldn’t stay here and

He couldn’t leave.

No one saw him choking.

He spat privately.

The atmosphere weighed heavy and

He could scarcely believe

His lungs went to manual.

He had to beat his own damn heart.

And yet, some crazies wondered

Was he doing his whole part?

Well, they could all breathe easy.

On automatic thought’s a fart

In the wind.

Thoughts don’t last long.

Streak through and they’re gone.

Ain’t hangin’ around for some

Automatic clown who

Don’t even know they’re breathing!

 

 

 

 

Keep Your Hands To Your Side When Handed Garbage

You got a red car boy

And selfish galore.

Got some crazy damn thinkin’,

You do.

And if the world weren’t so weird.

Lettin’ crazy shit happen,

I’d say you’re crazy,

Ya you.

Cause if your world is the real world

Full of me’s and me, too.

At’s a bit more damn garbage

Than I can take

From you.

 

 

 

 

Mind The Yap Gap

People say and people do.

More people say than do.

To those folks, don’t be true.

Don’t give them all of you.

Don’t let them lead you through

The smallest part of you

And do not settle, do.

Not.

Muscle Cramp Is Your Not There State

Hello rigor mortis!

Got life force to support us.

See, life completely forces

Us up and all around these courses and

We must bow before it

Let’s us stand up while ignoring

Arthur unrigging our mooring

Set these bones a’ slightly drifting

‘Pon a sand ever a sifting out

The bad man, siftin’

Out the bad.

 

 

Life Listen Too

Hey signal boy

Where your joy?

Come on down to a plant floor.

Got more even than you score.

You good for

A witty?

Reppin’ your Fitty?

Not gonna quity?

Won’t doin’ dippy?

Say what you want cause life listens.

Life will squeeze out every dickens.

And dick heads… say,

Pricks, are they crowding your deck?

Are you full of this bullshit yet?

Is it maximum suffering yet?

Are U ptsd’ing like a vet?

Well, welcome to you run the show!

And the scriptwriter letting U know

That they write with your words so

It sounds like U.

 

 

 

 

To Roll Before Da Punches

Look if shit is headed your way.

You can’t stay the same way.

You will wonder

What the hey?

While someone eats your lunch say

Two times in a row.

First a wicked low blow.

Waitin’ fo’ your Oh No!

Hopin’ at you don’t show.

So they ‘n say they tole ya so.

But they don’t say.

They give away

Themselves

Each day

They telegraph

Their cody-code while

You, you quietly cyphering.

I Spared Your Life Today Bitch

I could have strangled you.

Kicked you black and blue.

So fucking smug, you.

Piss me off.

You goddamn selfish bitch.

I scratch your every itch.

I helped you this tall which

Gave you strength today

To say fuck me.

I think you’ll quickly see

If you say fuck me

It will, and you will also

Beef hooked.

 

 

 

Nobody Saying No Good? Let That Be A Warning!

Mama said keep yo’ pie hole shut

When you ain’t got good to say.

I thought, Mama, at’s plain wrong.

Sayin’ good only makes us prey.

We foller and obey.

What ‘er the hucksters say.

Then they lead us astray

Still nobody say

We sure effed up today!

No… we go our merry way.

Nobody wiser… shame.

Chicken Head Hill

There’s a place not too far

From where you live.

This damn place will take all

You have to give.

Here, there’s no pretending and

You will not be sending

Your best wishes for no shit

To hit the fan.

Run off if you can but

You better have a plan

Because the devil’s in the details

On the mound wherever he hails,

Spilling blood to feed the ground

On Chicken Head Hill.

 

If You’re Cynical And You Know It, Raise Your Hands!

They all just sat there.

No one did a thing.

They’d seen this shit before.

Numbers were up.

Waiting to be called.

Someone settling some score.

So off in the distance,

A thousand yard stare.

They know in their hearts that

This shit spreads from there.

Lobotomies for free.

One show at a time.

You don’t like your life?

Why don’t you live mine?

And they do, they all do.

They can’t reach for the sky.

 

 

Your Many Modes Of Transportation

Been down this road so many ways.

Hope for tomorrow, sad yesterdays.

Fretting, angry, why me lord?

Letting go, sometimes just bored.

Waiting for a visit’s end.

Maybe meet an unmet friend.

Find a place to have a hoot.

Cops on bikes swing legal boots.

Ignorance of fellow humans.

So it is, I must ignore them.

Don’t say hello, nice to see you.

They’ll look away, they must ignore, too.

 

 

In Talks-ication

Why do some people love each other?

While other people couldn’t be bothered?

Why don’t we carry band aids?

Reassure when they’re afraid?

Why don’t we bring the aid

Before it’s needed?

Why can’t we feel the call

Before it’s heeded?

Cause we’ve got this one parade.

Before we all get laid

To rest, but it ain’t no rest…

It’s just the edge of yin and

We all return

To where we all first learned

To love one another.

Like I love my mother!

Fuck You This Is BARRY LAND!

Skid mark where there was none.

Chip dip on the dim sum.

Come git ifya want some.

Buddy don’t store no water.

Bill your damn like ya otter.

Savin’ up fo’ some dream.

Ain’t quite easy lak it seems.

Gotta firss have dat dream.

When Our Side Rapes And Pillages, We Call It Liberation.

We beat them and

FUCK THEM!

We beat them, we did!

Like old uncle Sid said,

Fuck them, they wanna fight?

They get what’s coming, right?

Cause if they win, shit’s bad.

They’ll fuck us, be glad.

That we won

Because son,

They’re animals. So sad…

 

You Know About Phones And You Do Nada

Batteries die.

But don’t go to heaven.

Strap on a seat belt

If you’re gonna get in.

The safety is on so

You don’t shoot yourself.

Hold on to the railing

Climb those steps without help.

But let that thing drop, you

Hold closer than life.

It’ll smash thru financials and

Add to your strife.

Cause the big boys

Bet on gravity.

And to their delight

Gravity works for them and

It’s expensive, alright?

When Admiration Goes

Something worth emulating.

Something so right.

Something so worthy

It’s outa sight.

To the average Joe.

And the Joe’s below Joe.

Ain’t much chance

For them to go

But two fingers less ‘n dey empty.

 

Ya Ya Micro Macro. The Same Same Same.

Don’t let them fool you.

Don’t be a tool you

Use once and throw away.

It’s all the same, you say.

Well, you are right, okay?

It’s micro macro, all the way up.

Macro micro no if’s, and’s or but’s.

Same all the way.

Some people say

Only but one color anyway.

The Game Won’t Let You Out, So Play!

The odds are not in your favor.

Chances are you’ll drown.

And just when you think you’ve bottomed out,

The depths will find more down.

It’s a race to Hell and

You’d do damn well to

Learn a little language.

See, here they say

No! Not today!

And then they stay that way…

Tomorrow’s the same.

It’s just a game but

You don’t know the rules.

Here air’s worth more than jewels.

And the leader never fools but

They are fooled ’cause

Fooling is the game.

 

Tough To Extrapolate A Bat From A Ball But Ain’t No Game Without It

The game is to figure out

It’s a game.

Here a game.

There a game and

Games is on between them.

What cha gonna do then?

Generate a problem?

Doncha find it odd then?

Cannon food, aplaud them!

They put on this show!

What Grumpy Old Bastards Don’t Know

If you’re angry and you know it

Clap your hands!

If you’re too pissed off to clap

I understand.

It’s your right to be unhappy.

To flip out on those too clappy.

Cause they’re usually too yappy

It’s outa hand.

Practice furrowing your brow.

Grow ’em bushy as all hell.

Cut ’em loose and you will sail

Into a quiet place of your own.

Pretend you’re there alone

Because you will be.

Mister grumpy.

There alone.

 

 

Raising Hell One Way At A Time

He was covered in shit.

More than once.

Fought like a loser.

Smart like a dunce.

Fucked things up all over the place.

Didn’t hafta try hard to disgrace

Himself, his family or

The family name.

Just follered his papa an

Did the same.

Shit was the oil that slipped his game.

Livin’ in it.

Sleepin’ with it.

Wakin’ up shit.

Rollin’ in it.

Trollin’ in it.

Soon not fit.

People say quit.

But,

He can’t quit

Cause this shit

Ain’t outside.

It’s inside.

Inside heem.