Cheat To Win Or No Winning

Make it for a buck but sell for ten.

You’re a good fellow, you.

You a millionaire but your people poor.

They can’t do this too.

Not enough money when the money’s made.

Can’t pay principle and interest, yay?

The money don’t exist so it

Can’t be paid.

No matter what is sayed.

The game is swayed.

Chances you’ll be daid.

Afore the debt is paid.

Cause like already said.

Freedom’s in your head.

Only.

 

You’re Not As Big As You Think

Step outside naked in minus thirty.

You won’t last that long.

Walk thru the wild with big, clenched fists.

In no time you’ll be gone.

Stroll one day with the hot, hot sun.

With skin so crisp you could come undone.

You can’t cry, there’s no tears to run.

But buddy, you’re changing the weather!

 

 

Rewriting Yesterday

At times he was an asshole.

At others a great guy.

No one thought to wonder

How this was or why.

Was he really just an asshole?

Or was asshole in all guys?

Perhaps I was the asshole here

Assholing up mankind.

Arrive like yin and leave like yang.

Come on buddy, do your thang!

Accept your chunk of assholiness!

 

 

Mickey Projector

He was a flash in the pan.

The come as Iran.

The Mickey Mouse man.

The new happen-nan.

But no also ran.

No never began.

No not happen-nan.

No you’re not my friend.

No we start again.

We just say.

He Saw These Timelines

Wanna start fresh.

New Davey Koresh.

But without his mesh wit

Authority.

Be da Davey, see.

That goes freely.

Maybe no kids shot.

ATF not bought by

Cristy Anne. With

Her new plan

To lengthen

The span of control.

That’s how we roll.

 

Don’t Stop Wit Dem Baby Steps

Squeeze in a rep here.

Don’t stop moving there.

People can’t see you in your

Underwear or it’s

Not called underwear.

But you maybe do not care.

You sits dare and

Oggles

Cause your goggles

Ain’t a tuned inta dare.

But dare you.

Push through.

You will find out dare…

That dare is no dare.

 

Laws In The State Of Obfuscation

You can lie a wee, wee bit.

But not too much.

You can say that there’s a Santa.

When there’s no such.

You can say that voting counts.

You can say as pressure mounts

That you never promised shit!

Had nothing to do with it!

If they don’t shaddapp you’ll quit!

Then get something

On the other guy.

Slap on ointment

And another fly.

Then let ’em cry

Foul!

Cause they’ll want to!

They’ll have to!

You let ’em!

Cry!

Foul!

 

Frayed Not

He heard that the world was ending.

Or at least his world was ending and

They’d be sending him out the room

The room where everything looks

Like this.

He could kiss this real

Goodbye and maybe try to

See this new real.

This really-real deal.

That leap plus yesterday leads here

T’was the future drawing near

As the present makes it clear

We are time colliders.

My God Goof, Use That Shame!

Ain’t wantin’ no shit from

No one’s mouth ‘cept

Inside my own head.

You hear whut I said?!

Voices?!

Slewfoot, you bastard!

I thought you wuz out there!

But your underwear and

Mine are the same size!

Same eyes!

Realized that

You are IN me!

Now I see

I gotta fight you from my heart!

Shoulda known this from the start…

Satanic Me, I stop you… like fart!

Pally, HOW GREAT THOU ART!!

Paul Ain’t The Real McCartney And I Ain’t The Real Me

Holy shit you can trade places!

Change faces!

Displace yourself!

No one will tell.

They’ll ask you

Are you well?

You wink cause

You won’t tell.

You’ve learned that

Shit don’t sell.

So, you cruise thru.

You being you.

As the you they knew

As you.

 

Heaven Is Hexagonal

Translucent walls, each with a door.

Cells of life with a live neighbor.

They swim thru space

Sometimes crashing.

Still can’t figure

Teeth a’ knashing

People bashing the

Hands of time saying

Turn back now!

Don’t care how! Just

Do it. Do it! Do it!

But, time won’t turn back.

Give it all your flack.

Time’s awatin’ in the hallway.

Livin’ It Up In The Hallway

See, existence ain’t just life and

To live is a part of existing.

Pick your room.

Enter woomb.

Big bam-boom!

You see soon but

Sheeoot!

What was it I was thinking?

Must be cause I’s drinking.

People round me winking.

Is this room just thinking?

I can wink out?

I can wink in?

But the real me’s in the hallway.

Outside, looking in.

Through that one way glass…

 

 

They Came. They Saw. They Took It Bloody ALL!

Tomato prices went through the roof.

Causa evil marijuana.

Liquor sales nearly went poof!

Causa evil marijuana.

You hada look harder for a bar fight.

Found yer car easy by daylight.

Where’sa big head in the morn, right?

Momma’s okay, she ain’t uptight.

Time a go back buddy

Got a light?

Ya, thinkin’ on it maybe you are right.

Marijuana IS evil.

(let’s call it cannabis…)

 

Contents: Cancer

He was a mind reader

When there weren’t one.

He baked shit

With no sun.

Shot shit.

With no gun.

He was some one.

In his own game.

It was not the same.

He was really playing.

From out there.

Past attention there’s no mention.

Of the penchant for games.

They’re one and the same

This here is: The Game.

 

Talking Senseemeelian

Squeek and scratch and point by ear.

They want you to go right here.

But they don’t say so.

So you don’t dare go.

Now that they know

Ya hear ’em.

 

 

Gweed

They came for the monay.

From the land of Milked and Phonay.

Didn’t gives two shits ’bout

Came before.

They ignore.

Open door.

They go around.

Their lies abound.

Plans unsound.

Don’t start from scratch.

They make their batch

Starting from millions.

Maybe zillions.

Not about you.

Not about me.

All about them.

All about gweed.

 

 

When It’s Bad Or Worse

He hit the haystack at fitty.

Like a soft brick wall.

Took one car length afore

Momentum stalled.

Kick-kick-kicked a door open.

Ass out hauled.

Told a future wife stay

Here and she avowed

‘Til death to us part! He said

I’ma go

‘N git the tractor!

I’ll come back fer!

Ya stay rat dare!

‘N off he went.

Another life spent.

Hittin’ at soft brick wall.

 

Swirlin’, Swirlin’, Into The Bowl Of Poop.

Dem plants, dey grow from

Da side not facin’

Da light.

Dey stretch away from

Da endless night.

No one to tell dem

Dey just do dis, aight?

And plants ain’t know no shit

Bout. No. Damn. Int’rest!

 

 

The Truth Will Set You REEEEEE!

T’was the night before Christmas.

If you are Christy Anne.

If you aren’t, then you’re pissed.

That the stores ain’t op-en.

But theny-then.

You remember that your shit

Could be mistaken.

Maybe Christmas and calendars

And high priced scarce data

Aren’t as real as portrayed

With a value near nada.

Still, they fool us and

Add dict us to shit they make up.

Then they pass around the hat and

The plate and the cup.

They say here is your real,

And we eat it up.

 

 

 

 

The Lord Swings Both Ways

God was a lazy son-a-bitch.

If he was manifested in Mitch.

Cause Mitch don’t give a shit.

He wants no piece of it.

He doesn’t even care what IT is.

But God, he just can’t do shit.

Lease, can’t do shit thru Mitch.

 

The Good Gland

Now I lay me down to sleep.

I pray the Lord my soul to keep.

Cause mine don’t work

Like buddy the jerk

Who called me a troll

And that name’s toll

Sent me on a roll

That pushed my soul

Aside.

So me and buddy collide.

I tell him open your ass wide

I got some steel toed nines

That you’ll soon find

Change you mind

Gonna hoof some soul back inta ya.

This Ladder Won’t Be Climbed Via Rungs

It’s easy to get down.

You can jump.

Tougher to get up.

You can grunt.

Cause the ladder of life

Is bound by steps

That ain’t right.

None are straight or narrow.

Some look like a barrel

For shootin’ fish.

Or going splish!

Now hold your breath!

For there be death!

Swim hard both right

And left

Reach for the rim

Now grab the next step

On life’s ladder

After barrel.

They Got You By The Points!

She traded phones.

Married a data hog.

Not paying forty for three gigs

Cause the fucking nig nog

Can’t see that Wi-Fi hasn’t con

Ected his phone.

And now he’s slurping up

Data that dadda don’t own.

And he’s not alone!

People have no home!

But dey got dat phone…

Dat dey own.

Dats dey home!

See?

Deez ting is how you side track.

Dey fool you fass, git dair whole money back.

Dey say, buddy here, we can see dat you lack,

Disis dah ting whata hep fill at crack.

Gonna give yer Monay back.

You sittin’, settle back…

Gonna cutta some slack, budday.

Gotta cut dat slack!

Gigga whacky smack!

Who’s cuttin’ slack…?

Budday?!

Gigga whacky smack!

 

You Walk With The Devil Not Run From Him

Oh Satan, damn you!

Playing all these tricks.

Giving me these kicks…

Did you think I thought this was free?!

Hell no man, hell no man!

I’m here for the show man!

A show man? It’s Beelzebub, see?!

But don’t walk in front of him

He’ll trip you…

He will!

And he’ll cackle and shackle

And release that shrill

GOT YOU MAN!

KNOW I CAN!

DO AS I WILL!!

And shit, he was right,

He had free will bound tight.

It sucked through the day

But at night…

Ahhh…

Ya, don’t walk in front of him cause

Trip you, he will.

Walk beside him, hold his hand.

Don’t drink his swill.

 

 

Satan Admires Persistence If It Drives You To Drink

You should stop already.

There’s bad ahead of you.

It’s on you like shit to a blanket.

No need for you to crank it.

Just thank it and move aside.

Don’t you and it collide.

It brings the great divide.

Builds crevace twice as wide.

Makes folks wish they died.

Then they do it –

They go outside and

There, they see another road.

Another path.

They shake their head and

Tip their hat cause

Slewfoot has showed them the way.

 

When You Start Thinking About Microbes

God ain’t give a hoot about what you think.

God’s okay with you still being a fink.

She could give two shits if you drink.

Screw around on your husband.

Beat the hell out yo’ wife.

God don’t even think twice.

Ain’t saying naughty or nice.

God ain’t naming no price.

Give ’em shit, it’s your choice.

See, God’s got problems.

Just like you.

And some of them God

Don’t know what to do.

Ain’t enough shits to care about you, too.

How’s it like being bacteria?

 

Lucifer In My Genes

He had a devil of time getting

Into those pants.

See, she was married,

Living with her parents.

And mom and dad had a different way.

Wanted the chance to say okay or

No, if they had to, but she

Wouldn’t listen. She was

Nice on the outside but lay barely hidden was

A monster of gigantic strength.

Who’d no doubt go to any length.

And do anything, anything it takes.

Slash your throat, crack your eggs.

Bear hug anyone who dares to beg

To be let go.

Said HEY! LET GO!

But no, she won’t let go…

Beware The Witch Spotters

If your nose is hooked,

You’re a witch.

If you have a broom and an

Un-swept room,

You’re a witch.

Say you own a cauldron

And your hat’s an odd one,

You likely boil children and

You’re a witch.

You like to bake cookies?

Get kids to play hookies?

Then sneakily cook these?

You’re a witch.

If black is your color and

Your cackles smother any

Curious kids looking for mates,

Then you know damn well

You’re still under a spell an

It’s time to cook up some new treats…

 

First You Buy The Product, Then You Buy The Woman.

When salt breaks up

It’s a killer.

When mates collide

It’s a thriller.

But after that high.

When push leads to why?

Neither are drinking the water.

 

Attraction, Affection, Attachment: Call It Love!

She was angry.

Disgusted.

Wanted him busted in a

Thousand million pieces as

Hostilities increase he says

All this money on lawyers

Drawn out and quartered

They’re winning our fight but

Love turned to spite doesn’t care

Wrong from right.

It’s attracted, affected and attached

To it’s plight.