Advice Five Bucks. Prepayment Advised.

Damn rights I know.

I know you don’t.

Confuzzeled is where you live.

And though you have no thing to offer,

Two shits is what I give.

Now move along.

Thank you, friend.

Barry out.

Second That

You’re old.

No one wants to hear from you old.

Jokes not funny old.

Shut the fuck up old.

Mister observer.

Lap it.

Thank you, friend.

Barry out.



I hear me working,

But I’m not.

Guess if I’m a slacker

Count me caught.

They called me zero

I am ought.

Thank you, friend.

Barry out.



Not Bad Pain

Ahma git here off dis couch.

Gonna make deez hips go ouch.

Mika stand up guy a slouch.

Low back naw you don’t touch.

See no one know so much.

You just leava be as such.

Mornin’, we shall see.

Thank you, friend.

Barry out.


Ye Old Metanoic Moment

There’s a sign man.

There’s a sign.

Can you see it?

Believe it?

Conceive it’s needed?

There’s a sign man,

There’s a sign.

Thank you, friend.

Barry out.

You Younger Fuckers Not Getting Old

Hah hah!

You jumped from the back of a pick-up truck!

Hah hah!

You ran the bulls with yer cripple friend Buck!

Hah hah!

You are the guy with no enda luck!

But see naw, luck runs out.

It runs out with your neighbor.

Runs out with a slipry hater, mistor bator and an Aye Kay


Dude is going to heaven.

Forget now you that leven.

Shit has normaled out.

Thank you, friend.

Barry out.


See Now Say You Don’t See Me

Open your eyes.

They’re closed.

See? You’ve got something in them!

That’s why they’re closed.

They’re pretecting those

Cut off at the pass, ahem.

Thank you, friend.

Barry out.


That Kind Of Nerve

Don’t fucken, don’t look at me.

Don’t fucken, don’t you see?

I bin, I bin fucked over.

So doan thinka fucken with me.

Doan lak it.

Can’t hack it.

Come try it.

You’ll see.

Thank you, friend.

Barry out.

No Sir. Stop The Sun.

You’ll have to go through me

To see Bill.

Bill ain’t seen by no one till.

See me to see Bill.

You don’t want to see him.

Least not very much.

If you did, you’d go through me

Just to get in touch.

Get it?

Thank you, friend.

Barry out.


So Many People Need I Scream

All these wanters.

All these needers.

Wanting, needing.

Few them seeding.


Their seeds grow.

Thank you, friend.

Barry out.

Waddy Ya Sellin’? Ahm In A Buyin’ Mood.

Fuck brother, flash at smile.

Hop on at Golden mile.

Ride her an flail in style.

Hold steel until and while

We slide out single file

Don’t hold back now really try

If we make vee one we fly

Then all those unanswered why’s?

Why we should even fly.

Thank you, friend.

Barry out.



Old Fuckers Make Bad Jokes

No one laughs.

There’s this place between real angry and

It’s cracks.

Them cracks is big.

Too big to see.

That’s how they swallow up big

Deals like you ‘n me.

Thank you, friend.

Barry out.


Don’t You ‘Majin Me

No I can’t tell what you’re thinking.

Good chance you can’t too.

You’re just sitting there thinking.

Bout what no can do.

Thank you, friend.

Barry out.


He Could Only Talk Through Siggno

Your skin is not the color of you.

One thin layer deep.

Your attitude is not kept by you.

It’s not yours to keep.

Freedom, life, can go away

But you pal, you pal.

You pal stay.

Thank you, friend.

Barry out.

Hugo First

Those pioneers and their arrows!

Stickin’ them in their backs.

Not checkin’ whose at the door.

Not lookin’ between the cracks.

Not carin’ bout a place to shit.

Just a hole in an outdoor box.

Crumpled up paper for tissue.

Wipin’ arse with hard knocks.

Man you complain tamorry.

Ain’t no time today.

Whine your peace but one time only,

Then there’s nothin’ else to say.

Thank you, friend.

Barry out.



All Business Is Show Biziness

Why ya dint listen ta me?

Why it always me, me, me?

Why you refuse to see?

Why this way can’t be.

Why when you cut I bleed?

Some’n here do need freed.

Maybe that some’n is me…

Thank you, friend.

Barry out.


My Son Bryce

Think of no one’s name.

I’m looking for no one

That has this name

‘Cause this boy, he

Is not the same as

Anyone, anyone you

Have seen. Shit this boy

And a little green will

Make this site a scene.

Thank you, friend.

Barry out.

Not Enough Sympathy To Ruin A Shirt


You are.

But you carry a heavy scar.

Knowing waay better than the beef


Bastard you figured it out.

Thank you, friend.

Barry out.


When I Can’t Touch You

Heaven exists.

Inside mind.

Wanna go to heaven

See what you find?

Heaven don’t mind.

There’s room.

Thank you, friend.

Barry out.


Wanna Work For Evolution?

Jesus you like the hard way.

Grunting anda groaning.

You keep doing it that way

Won’t be here in the morning.

But hurt it swarms around you.

Hugs you in its grasp.

Buddy you ain’t close to hurtin’s bess friend

And you will not be it’s last.

Thank you, friend.

Barry out.


Awesomeness, You’re Flimsy And Only Last One Day.

Thanks and thank you.

You’re too kind.

I’m so glad you

Kinda find

My labor’s fruit to be so fine.

But can I ride these coattails?

There when awesome fails?

Or will you toss me to the curb?

Sideline me without a word.

No more favors to be heard.

As this awesomeness dissipates

I wonder…

Thank you, friend.

Barry out.



The Big Guys Fart Then Leave The Room

Someone runs the world.

And they don’t like the way things are.

Too many cows that look like people.

Cows with milk gone sour.

Cows have lost their power.

And every stinking hour

Cow by cow they cower.

So limited in this world.

Thank you, friend.

Barry out.



Mr. Gout, I Presume.

Fuck you big time my old friend.

You just come to hurt me.

I placate and negotiate

To stop you roaming free.

Why your visit?

What I do?

To deserve your salt

In wounds anew.

You scrape through.

Me, I’m blue cause

I want you

To leave.

Thank you, friend.

Barry out.


Pain Isn’t Free

A wee bitta hurt’n is good.

A whole lotta hurt’n is better unless

It leads to no hurt’n at all.

Hurt’n turns an occupied head.

Hurt’n remembers shit not said.

Hurt’n maybe wishes things dead.

Hurt’n is okay.

Brightens up your day.

Hear hurt’n say

There’s another way.

Thank you, friend.

Barry out.



When Piss Kills

C’mon now, this is serious.

A yellow patch in the grass.

Dying tree. Who could be

Pissing upa rope tree ass?

Porcelain doesn’t measure

Goodness coming through.

Porcelain hides away those measures

You should likely view.

Thank you, friend.

Barry out.

Strap In

It’s a ride now

Put your thing down.

Put your thing down or

Fall out.

You’re scaring people.

Put your thing down.

Thank you, friend.

Barry out.

Nat’s Whut Change Muh Laf

Got a question fer ya sir.

Maybe ya seen dat mirror.

You are not sir in a furor

Keepin shit clean maybe cleaner.

Maybe hiding from Allah.

Maybe hiding from God.

Maybe spreading yer news

Through no island seeing fog.

We need grog for the mourning!

Thank you, friend.

Barry out.

The Trans-Lators

Hey you’ve got a tie on!

I can speak to you.

‘Cause man, you’ve got a tie on and

I do too!

I know you.

Profit motive view.

Corporator you.

Do it! Do it! Get down to it!

Yes sir. Yep.

I know you.

Thank you, friend.

Barry out.

While Gods Sleep

It’s big and small and

Through out y’all

And too tiny

And huge

To see.

Thank you, friend.

Barry out.

Wood Ticks Need Three Blood Hosts. How Many Hosts You Need?

He worked on other people.

Shit was out there and

There wasn’t lotsa

Time for him to

Care about his man.

Him man.

Shit was out there.

Thank you, friend.

Barry out.