You Would
Dude shuffles into your waiting room.
He’s hurting. Hurt bad.
You’d say, sir, take a number…
Ain’t ya heard we’re shorta staff?!
Lady says – this mistake’s yours.
‘Nen you get down on cloven hoved fours,
And CHARGE BITCH! you say,
Mistake? Ya made a big one!
Now you get some come up ants
And doesn’t ya let me catcha
Playin’ it’s right back atcha.
It ain’t, but if it ever was shit.
You’d bite your tongue the smallest bit.
And maybe eat a few of your words.
See The Outside From Insight
This wool is not a thread but it
Will wind up on a bed
As a mattress cover.
This thread is not a sheet but as
A hood, that thread will keep
A Grand Wizard’s name secret.
It’s just a thread…
That hood, it must stay hidden and
For that, they need trees willing
To give their slivers, to make a
Cabinet, to hide that hood.
That cabinet might need paint and
This time the better half ain’t
So hurt her hubby’s late and
She doesn’t hesitate
To make up her mind.
About the wool or about the thread.
Or about the cabinet which she said
Wouldn’t hide that horrid hood
Made out of thought.
The Notches Of Love
Everytime her pie hole flapped
He would carve another notch.
And every notch was piled up
The last one was a gotcha!
It split their bark.
Turned their love light dark
It left a mark…
The marks joined up til
They formed some words
They were tough to make out
Then the main marker heard
Himself say
Not today.
No damn way.
There was no would left to notch.
Hello Revealer
You can’t act natural
Cause you’re not.
There’s a great big screen for fake
And you’re caught
In it, so you struggle.
You wiggle.
You point.
Ya, you don’t say here piggy,
But you oink.
They get it.
Your message.
They’re guessing
You’re address is:
Hurtsville. In Harmtown.
And you’re afraid
We’ll burn down
Your house, if we find it.
So you tear up behind you.
How you like the taste of scorched earth?
If You Must Eat Shit, Make It Tough.
You’ve got a damn good reason to complain
But you don’t.
You could whine and bitch about your pain
But you won’t.
Because that pain builds muscle.
Which is needed for any hustle
Through the hurtin’ shat storm called life.
Life ain’t always plight but
If you ain’t got it right
It spanks both day and night
Life’ll choke you out.
You can kick and shout.
Maybe flail about.
Cause if you ain’t made your muscle
It don’t matter how much you hustle.
Life will hurt you ’til you cry,
That’s no lie.
The Power Of No Thing
Underarms don’t stink because
The owners of them think
About today, who maybe drinks
From the dankest, hairy sink?
And then they drop a little color
In the water.
The table’s set for someone,
Perhaps you.
The clerk waits to serve someone,
Could be you.
The lottery spoiled someone.
The gunman shot at someone.
The shitstorm sullied someone.
Maybe you…
Only You Can Prevent Random
When this light flashed two times,
He touched that.
When that bar spun like this,
He tapped that.
Then a chime would sound and
He’d turn around and
There he found a young man
Had brought cashola.
It was time for holy moly!
Now he was in casholi!
But feed the lights he must.
Feed them ’til he goes bust.
If need be…
He followed Price’s Law.
Before him, so did his pa.
Both beggars would be in awe,
If they knew…
They Took The Smartest Ones First
They grabbed him by his Ipad.
Dashed his brains out on a website.
He’d sleep the sleep of the undead.
And he starts this big sleep tonight.
He got a rupture in his noggin.
He clapped when the others clapped.
He’d repeat way to go bud!
And he too, slapped their backs.
Flew that flag when they said drag
Your sorry ass on in here.
He’d be the first to appear.
Thought he traveled in the s’all clear.
Then his key didn’t work.
Tho’ he reefed like Herc.
He felt the jerk
That he really was…
Just because.
Hey, who dat at da door?
Never Not Being Fooled
World War One wasn’t world war one.
World War Two was War Two Thousand.
Human noses used to plough sand.
Sand that won’t even stay around
‘Til tomorrow.
So save that sorrow and
Look above the beach.
Its within your reach.
To see through their speech.
When they lay their wreaths
That they ain’t paid for.
Not what it seems.
Ignoring screams.
Nightmarish dreams.
Blood furrowed sand, nah…
That ain’t what they saw.
They saw fools at play.
Whoa Motherfucker! They Said To Me!
They always said whoa to me.
They said;
Whoa behind my back.
Said whoa,
Without us,
You’re facked.
Said we ain’t helpin’ none
You’re cracked.
Said go ahead jumpin’ to it,
You’re backed.
Said I ain’t leave no trace.
I ain’t need no base.
Said me? I am yo face!
Said you,
I can’t displace
These whispers.
The Devil’s In The Wee Tales
Mama, she loves me.
Wouldn’t hurt me none.
She tells me, your Papa,
Look what he has done.
He cursed you. He hit you.
Chased you with an axe.
And while you was outrunnin’ him
Mama was coverin’ tracks.
She set him up and
Popped him off.
Used him like an old rag cloth.
Wiped the floor with his weak dreams.
Fixed it all so he’d look mean.
Pulled his strings and Papa danced,
Never gave him half a chance
To be himself, revealed to us.
Mama spat and mama cussed.
He is a bad man.
You be glad then,
Mama’s here to save you…
Ch-Ch-Ch-Changing
Today ain’t good and
Tamorry ain’t no better.
But what’s a couple changes to
An old go getter?
Go get this.
Go get that.
Hurry up man!
Get on back!
Changed our mind.
You change yours.
Get back down
On all fours.
You stand tall.
Only if you wobble.
No stead fast.
That breeds trouble.
Clicking fingers.
Come on the double.
Your plans gasket.
Their plans muddle.
Fuck You Tragedy And You Bastard Malevolence!
Jesus christ, he wanted to cry.
He needed shouting in his ears why, WHY?!
Fooled him bad, he didn’t even try
To forgive them.
Because it wasn’t them.
They were only men.
It would come again.
And if he wasn’t careful
Get more than his shareful.
Ain’t helpin’ be prayerful.
Do the old three sixty.
Watch his own damn back.
They Have Swarm Intelligence And You Don’t
Your enemies are plotting your demise.
They are fed up with your poorly crafted lies.
Your legs had better work or your disguise
Of being crippled but
Victim hip though
Could come crashing to an end, doh!
Upsetting all your apple carts,
Would that be wise?
Find your third man and
Stick with him.
Visit Stockholm and
Kill your victim.
It’s within
You.
The Glorious Sons – Sawed Off Shotgun
Give Placebo A Chance
Love won’t hardly touch lower back torture.
A friendly visit don’t do shit to fix that knee.
You just need to take a walk.
Maybe pep yourself a talk.
How bout knock that bullshit off…
Maybe stop complaining?
Put your faith in magic water.
The kind you bless, you really oughta –
Direct your power to some thing,
Then put it on.
Wear your belief or
Maybe drink it.
Or eat but you must think this
Blessed thing that you are doing
Is lifting curses and removing
All the evil thoughts you heap upon yourself.
Put your faith into this bottle.
Close the cap faith fully throttled
Toward relief and self rebuilding.
Thank you, Placebo.
Sorry Non Karmic Believers
Thank you mister po-po at the all vehicle check-check stop.
Thank you for succumbing to Karma.
Thank you pair of cops, out fucking the dog.
What an easy score I would have made.
For the Lazy Duo an me packin’ life ‘o.
Sittin’ back ‘o.
Not tobacco.
It ain’t crack ho.
Gitten on track doh.
We got minds to bake.
