The Sympathy Fiend

I’m not good.

How bout you?

Don’t you think we’re getting screwed?

Holy cow, they screw us over!

We ignore and onward soldier

March like marching

Made things better.

But it takes more

Than one go-getter.

Let them cry.

The old bed wetters.

Grumbling tumblers.

Second guessors.

You have sealed your fate!

Creativity Wound

Please don’t heal.

Bleed me out.

Splash my splatter all about.

Stay you now infected.

God please help it spread.

Use me up so totally

I never will be dead.

The Present That Was

We’re half an hour out.

Two weeks away.

Bin three years since you did say

I’m tired of waiting.

What we waiting for?

You moved some way so

Now you are not waiting.

Now you be debating.

Which is the way to go?

Because you do not know.

Cause the time has passed.

Just like you guessed.

And now is still the past.

Life Is Like A Wheelchair

Maybe you don’t understand

Just how crippled you are…

When you wish upon that star…

Sure, the star takes you away but

Not too far. Not today.

But… a little glass of whiskey.

Couple cold beers.

Whisk away all dreadful fears.

Tomorrow blames your low set bar

And whispers hey, what about your star?

Say Hello To Les Fox

You gave a shit.

Too many shits.

Tried to make all shit fits stick.

But they’re too thick.

They move too slick.

You’ll get sick

And tired.

Reacher Overreacher

Ten years I’ve been writing this blog.

A decade of ramblings and ideas as they came.

My frustrations.

Dreams and in-betweens.

And what has it brought me?

Only to the tracks where I can lay my ear

And listen carefully

To see if anything’s coming.

If You’re Already Sleeping And You Fall Asleep

Shook a million hands.

Looked into a million eyes.

Always worked with what was there.

Never questioned why.

Didn’t even try.

To figure out, you are here.

Living in the state of fear.

Why you stay here is not clear.

But this is where you live.

The Gates

Drawbridge up or drawbridge down.

Bastards rail and roam around.

They turn right side upside down.

Take all happy from a clown.

Set upon fire into town.

Party inna skinny mind, yo.

Party inna skinner mind, doh!

Dare he party mo, dough.

Too far has he go?

Does any one

He knows


Does Hell Have Years?

He had a boss from hell.

Andy knew quite well

There were more where

She came from.

She wasn’t the only one.

A Polish meal from hell.

A busted fly, do tell.

And they do not go well

With Hades gravy.

Cause luck won’t save yee.

One year from hell…

If You Try To Kill My Mudder

You fuck. You shit. You fucking jerk!

You could not live with her not hurt?

You have to flex your power.

Send zombies to devour

Our mom, you fuck…

You fucking goat!

I hope your pride blocks off your throat.

And you leap far but don’t clear the moat.

With gold filled pockets to the brim,

Make a splash but you can’t swim!

Well, soon your spark begins to dim.

Amused, I watch you flail and cry.

Through once bros lips I ask you why,

Why you have to be that guy…

You fucking weasel Bryan.

All My Life

All my life I’ve waited on people.

Waited on men.

Waited on men.

Waited on my Mother

Who waited on men.

She brought up / in men.

Daughter no hen.

She waited on men, but no hen back then

Could not say when

But now she can

Cause it’s my story.

I’m making this up.

Long Goodbyes

Okay, I love you and

Good bye. Good bye.

The weather is fine and

Don’t lie, don’t lie.

I know you don’t remember.

Don’t remember, don’t remember.

So you peat and repeat.

Over and over and

Even though you shoo’d me off

Told me wait through spit and cough.

Mom, I love you lots!

The best mom shit you not.

Through thick and thin

You kept us in

Your heart so full of love.

Mom, I can’t get enough,

Of you, and repetitious thoughts and

I will be your memory…

Yippies Don’t Have Training Camps. Military Do.

You would flail in the arms race.

Get off to a real slow start.

Big opposition is a stiff wind.

You are but a fart.

God Save Us Alcoholics

Jesus knew how to use a drink.

He didn’t think that men would sink

To the lowest low.

Jesus didn’t know.

He was here to sew

Good not evil and Jesus wasn’t feeble.

Handle his booze.

Jesus didn’t choose

To act the loser.

Watch a box, ahh…

Gotcha gotcha!

Jesus ain’t hangin’ around!

Every Universe Is Micro Macro

It’s holograms all the way up

Take a sup

Fill your cup

That’s enough.

Now, look into the middle.

The Only Thing The Elite Run Is Their Mouths

Say what you want.

Holding up a sign.

That don’t work, have a little wine.

Hold a dinner party.

Three hundred bucks a plate.

Hire a couple news people.

Hold ’em at the gate.

Make the beggars wait.

Keep ’em til it’s late.

Call yourselves the Builderburgers.

Ya, give yourselves a name.

Yard yourselves away from them.

Make out like it’s a game.

The Change Room

Off the field, down two flights,

Dreams of days and fear long nights.

This is where you claim your right

To win and sin and then begin

To compromise your fight.

Here, you won’t sleep tight.

You’ll strain with all your might.

For post-game comes the fright.

You are not so bright.

That you light the way

So you can stay

On the straight and narrow

Because you know

The game…

She’s almost over.

Born Unnatural Liars

To grass, no… isn’t greener.

In fact it’s waay obscener.

Than just fibbing to yourself.

Your self esteem will melt

Into their cauldron.

You’ll be solvent.

Breaking down reality with

A truth so all alone.

The Inventors Of Gods Can Fix The Climate

He turned to the East.

And it was east.

He turned to the West

And it was west.

Then he stopped right there.

Said make a square.

And that’s how we get ’round.

Counting Criminals

Buddy kytes checks til the chickens

Come home to roost.

Buddy doubles down like the gamblin clown

He buys cars to boost.

They ain’t doing time because

Boat dem on the juice.

They go full on out on account of

Nothin can get loose.

They are not like youse.

They above the muse.

Stay out of the news.

They help pick and choose

The guilty.

Plead Innocent

Jesus christ Barry!

What’d you do?

Think shit through!

Why don’t you… ?!

Oooh ooh ooh!

Jesus christ, you!

You little shit!

Now you’ve done it!

Gonna be a hit

With the belt boy…

God Wouldn’t Get Five Stars

Nope. Didn’t come to work.

Too many times.

God is good not great.

You’ve Been Changing Places In The Same Damn Spot

Sideways uses the second dimension.

Did you know there is a third?

You are not the same damn you each day

You’re not, or haven’t you heard?

There’s a fourth and fifth and

Next to it, another.

And another

And another one after that

Until you stop.

Which you don’t.

Yesterday Exists Next Door, Next Door.

You won’t like where you have been.

Boredom bile burns acidic sting.

You’re fed up with everything.

And murder’s on the rise.

You are not surprised.

For if you could, you’d turn back time.

But that time is not this time line.

That time is next door…

Red Letter Days Can Begin Blue

The shit can hit the absolutely shitiest fan.

You can lose it all on an also ran.

The worst can detonate your bullet proof master plan.

And it can still be a damn good day.

You have learned that was the price you paid.

To be here right now and you think

Holy cow!

Today is a Red Letter day!

God Is A Human

Buddy can run and jump and skip.

Buddy ignores and gives a shit.

Buddy takes charge and throws a fit.

God doesn’t dare set foot

In here.

Buddy likes to wrestle problems really big.

Buddy ain’t proud don’t need no fig

Leaf him alone.

Buddy’s on the phone.

Get’n shit from home.

His wife is all alone.

God ain’t even married

For all we know.

Buddy’s got a hat trick

On the go.

One is here and now.

One is just for show.

Who ya gonna call when

Buddy’s all you know?

Sanity As A Fad

You happen to love, crazy.

You listen here, crazy.

You agree with some, crazy.

You can’t stand, crazy.

You kinda go, crazy.

You like it there, crazy.

You cachet, crazy.

You won’t stop, crazy.

You wonder some, crazy.

Why do they call you Crazy?

All Hail The Getalongers!

He wouldn’t say shit

If his mouth was full of it.

Promoted, promoting.

Can’t do his own thing.

Why dear lord is he not on board.

How come he won’t feed himself?

He could deal the hand he was dealt.

But he bends for others.

And even his mother.

Can’t imagine the emptiness felt.

Of Matters Not

They lie, they do and you stay true

Even though it matters not.

They have made their mind

And while it seems unkind

To them, it matters not.

They see their way and pave the day

With hard imagined facts.

If you look away

You will see that they

Look a different way

That sucks.

Can You See Around Your Imagination?

She was sad and he was mad.

His boss was disappointed.

Her sins had been annointed.

Her spouse believed her.

His kids did not.

They could not know

The web they’re caught in.

It was their opinion.

They made it real.

And it was really bad.