The Dirty Line
Rise through the ranks or
Blood your way up.
You’re heading to a place where
Enough is not enough.
It’s gonna get rough.
You better get tough.
Shit from above.
Shitters all below.
They won’t let you go.
If they ever know.
Where you’ve been although
They must go there, too.
If they want to do
All the things that you
Have done.
Life: Go Slow. There Are Curves Ahead
Shit happens all the time.
That’s the job of shit.
You get a little out of line
Life will see to it
That your comeuppance is on it’s way.
It might not hit you square today.
But when it does hit, you will say
Why me Lord? Why me…?
Don’t you see Lord, don’t you see…?
I’m down Lord, for the count.
Let me sip from life’s grand fount.
Wet my whistle.
Look around…
Just a breather, all I need.
Please oh please Lord, stop this bleeding.
I’ll listen better and be heeding
Your word Lord, please believe me…
How Evil Works
Lucifer has no mind of his own.
The beggar must use yours.
He’ll employ a dog.
A horse or cat.
And people to promote his horrors.
Slewfoot lives beside consciousness.
Surrounds it in a close embrace.
A wee bitta spirit in your belly for warmth.
Slewfoot owns the place…
Sneaks in through an unleashed temper.
Glides upon sexual need.
Lucifer creeps out of boredom and
Unleashes incredible greed.
Crashes your world via toddler tantrum.
Or a special bottle of wine.
Many ways lead straight to Lucifer.
He’s the master of blind minds.
Want to throw him out?
Want to take your life back?
Strive to enhance your consciousness and
Don’t cut him any slack.
He’ll temp you.
Taunt you.
Ruin your rep.
Make shit fly from you mouth.
So if you smell him (and he smells bad…)
You can quietly think him out.
Insanely Speaking
Negotiations.
Were at a standstill.
Someone gonna wind up
In a landfill.
Deals were broken.
Lies were spoken.
Wish I was smokin’
A wee bitta calm me down…
People crying.
Promises dying.
No! Not trying!
This new thing.
With a dead ring.
Don’t you bring
It to me.
I won’t!
I don’t!
Eat that. Do that. It’s crap.
Take it back.
Or I will test your mettle…
Minutia On The Bounty
What matters more?
Food or love…?
Can you get either one from The Lord above?
Does he smile on kindness?
And frown on hate?
Does God punish whiners?
Can God relate?
Does God say “Go in peace?”
Will he force a body out?
Can he summon up the wind
To blow baddies about?
Does he interfere in sports?
Like win a football game.
Or watching from the sidelines
When the losers go insane
Does he chuckle to himself
Musing, they think I’m to blame…
Does God help out at darts?
Does he affect the barrel’s flight?
Does he keep the deer from headlights
On the back roads every night?
Will God get you that house?
Did he make that little mouse
Eat all your cheese
Just to please
His awful sense of humor?
When Kids Kill
They put a choke hold on his whine pipe.
Took his sharing to the enth degree.
Stretched his Savoir faire.
Like they didn’t care.
He was broken, it was sad to see.
Then he rose up, off all fours.
A maneuver that would open doors.
He would live, thankfully.
He would let the beggars see.
That crying doesn’t work.
Cause in every sob there lurks
Alot of proof that jerks
Have us surrounded.
It’s time we found it…
The strength that lives inside
Where fears and hurt collide
Where the weakest you has died
And set the strong you free.
At Bullshit’s Edge
He could see the sun
In the middle of the night.
He could glide through fear
On a single strand of fright.
He could keep his pie hole shut.
Kept his cool thru if, ands and buts.
As humans screamed into his face.
Calmness iced with grace.
Squinting at this place
Brimming now with anger.
Sensing all the danger.
Revealing none.
They come undone.
And through tears, they call him grandpa.
Somehow The Little Bastard Knew I Saw Fifty Years Out
He picked his nose and ate it.
Drank juice straight from the carton.
Wanted what he wanted when he wanted it.
Nothing he wouldn’t fart on.
He howled the deep cries of the tortured.
Tears he would flow like pee.
Snot manufactured by the liter.
Outdoors he’d try to pee upon me.
But that fire in his eyes.
That “No!” without disguise.
I was ten times buddy’s size
But he would not give…
There was no “Uncle!” in his head.
We were fighting til one dead.
I imagined that he said
Ima wait you out, old man.
You’re an old time also ran.
Time had come for my new plan
To set us free.
Because I’m three. (Eric)
Learn To Chatcha Curve Ball
Shit’s going sideways.
Upside down.
Coming back up.
Comin’ back around.
Karma’s a bitch.
Scratches that itch.
Digga deep ditch
Becomes a home.
Livin’ off road.
Lighten your load.
Freedom is gold
Ditches not sold.
Just entered.
Finda way out.
Look hard. Look about.
Doesn’t scream or shout.
Cryin’ don’t work.
Hurtin’ like a jerk.
Meanin’ uncle Herc
Must change his ways.
And it can’t take days…
He’s in the ditch!
Kid Cop
Oh man, do we have rules.
Sharing, caring, don’t pee your pants.
Wipe your nose and
Wash your hands.
Hitting is out.
Spitting is out.
We don’t shout.
It brings no clout to
Thrash about.
Eat your food.
Don’t take so much.
Quiet time and don’t you touch!
No reptiles at the table.
Comfort snake or not.
Sonofabitch will get away
And we’ll be in a spot.
Kids, your grandpa’s tired.
He didn’t get much sleep.
It’s taking all the old guy’s got
Just for him to keep
What little cool he’s got.
S. Teedee
Now you can skip the dishes
Supermarket, too.
You can’t skip these folks.
And they won’t skip you.
No sir.
You’re in their plan.
They got you I.P.
Unlock your housencar
Without a damn key.
They find your stash.
And your real cash.
They leave you smiles
All the dang whiles
You are acting
Like you;
Sure. Don’t. Know. Any.
Dealers.
Matthew Thirteen Twelve Twenty Five Seven
Oh, you’re sooo smart!
Playing like it’s your show.
Giver giver you go.
All tbe way in fast mode.
Dreamin tho in slo mo’.
Thrashing from the to fro.
Road don’t go where you go.
Need another epidermis.
Better be in that thermos.
Gonna drink a new skin, me.
Slide a little more easy.
Maybe lean a little less.
Maybe settle, god bless.
Maybe be useless
A liitle less.
Maybe…
Mister Monkey Ninety-Nine
One hundred fucking monkeys.
Pounding on keys.
Slammin’ out language.
Typin’s a breeze!
Give ‘er you monkeys!
Lookit you go!
Bangin’ ’em fingers
Fast as ale go!
Monkeys ain’t slow.
No! No! No!
They’ll bite each other’s fingers off
Just to get ahead.
Show ’em that you have a heart
Monkeys eatcha dead.
They want what you said.
Typin’ out your word for word.
Only story ever heard.
Shakespeare, wasn’t it?
Take Joy In This Wall You Hit
Jody shat his drawers
Again and again.
Wouldn’t stop crying
In his effing playpen.
Fell and skinned his knee.
Wrecked his goddamn bike.
Broke his crooked nose comin’
Second in a fight.
Knew it wasn’t right but he
Set himself adrift.
Often bit his lip.
Listened quite a bit.
Finally gathered, if
The cryin’s gonna stop.
You have gotta plop,
Your ass upon the truth
Evil’s on the loose.
It’s looking for a roost.
And you will do.
Stalker’s Disease From A Heya, Howareya?
A nice purse on
Is not a nice person
And a nice purse on a nice person
Does a nice pers on not make.
They take what they will take.
Make you no mistake.
They got their sights set on
Your good to great beyond.
Beyond where you can see
But you’ll be there, bay be.
And they’ll be there, may be.
To greet you…
You’ve Got To Bite The Snake Before The Snake Bites You
Just around the corner.
Right beneath the bed.
Underneath the toilet ring.
Dread, man. Dread.
Doesn’t turn your eyes that way!
Attention whore will have to say
What chu lookin’ at, you fag?!
Then choke you out
With kindness gagged
By weirdness and happiness and
Twisty smiles.
Squinty eye holes.
Splintered nails.
There’s no disguise.
When you get wise
To Lucifer.
Right here.
What a surprise…
Asphalt Hillbillies And Their Nigerian Prince
A wee, wee cuppa mushroom tea
Ten o’fuckin’ clock
In the mornin’.
Make it through the day
Ever’ way I can.
Motherfuckin’ tan
Blacken out mah tats.
Got me no regrets.
Let ’em placer bets.
Whether cigarettes
Is bad or isit good?
Maybe shoulda woulda
Sent da money earlier.
Den da prize’d be here
Already.
It Don’t Take Much
God, she was close to the edge all day!
A whiff could blow her away.
The breezes, they gusted and occasional storm
A tsunami was on it’s way…
Run for your life!
The expression I saw and I
Ran like hell ’til I
Could not draw the
Breath I needed, then
Panting, she heeded my plea
To stop chasing ’cause I
Couldn’t run.
Any more…
I was caught and I thought that
By catching me
She would be
A little more merciful.
But You Go Girl, she kept on going.
So Much Hell In A Little Handbasket
The amount of shit you have figured out
Is smaller than a hill of beans.
The path you follow turns this way and that
Straight through in-betweens.
Damned if you do.
Damned if you don’t.
You wanna stop but
The wolves, they won’t.
Who dat at da do’?!
Don’t nobody move!
Hafta fake ’em out.
Leave ’em onna hoof.
Raindeer onna roof.
Come out! Come out, Goof!
Man oh man, leave me alone!
Get outside! Outside my home!
I’ll turn on you.
May turn you off.
Course, then it be just me…
Resistance Is Not Futile!
Part of me hated the bastard
Part of me wanted to kill him.
Part of me wanted to drink him up.
Part of me loved the thrill of him.
Kill or be killed.
Smiled as he said it.
Then off popped the tops
Of a bar with no limit.
Now guzzle and gulp and wake up Mister Big Head.
Now you wanna be dead, instead of living?!
What have they been giving
You down at the dance hall, prance hall…
Whatever you call it.
It is trying to cart you away!
