You makin’ waves. In deep water. You can swim Or at least you ought to. Swim to safety Far from your swell Leave the rest To float in hell. Cause you’re that kinda savior. Thank you, friend. Barry out.
Archive for October, 2015
This. This exists. This exists because I exist. Before this… Me. Thank you, friend. Barry out.
Would you turn out? To turn me in? Would you snip the hair On my chinny-chin chin? Or wouldja go beserk? And let our bloodline thin? How can you win? This win’s not sin? I can’t even begin To understand you. Thank you, friend. Barry out.
Yay! for all the assholes, The liars and the scoundrels. The beggars slithered right up to the top. They’re so high you canna see them. Although their lips be moving. They lie in wait and all that weight won’t make them stop. Thank you, friend. Barry out.
You’ve got my number. Why don’t you call it? Could it be it’s not my number That you’ve got? Maybe you are run down. Or maybe you should be. And maybe you wonder if it’s me Behind the sharp wheel tracks you sought. You’re entering Deservesville. Get your just reward. It’s coming fast and hard […]
Thanks for your milk. Thanks for harnessing up. Thanks for letting us ride In the wagon you pulled When times got tough. Thanks for your hide. You were getting done with it. Hungry hunters for steak and burger, You had to give it to ’em. You made medicine and candy. And bloody pet food! Is […]
Say you don’t speak cat. Mayhaps speak a little rat? Maybe speak a little this. Whynot speak a little that. Maybe speaking ain’t your craft. Kinda strange and kinda daft. Also bad at learning cat. Thank you, friend. Barry out.
Your best behavior. Eyes landing softly. Then alighting once again. Interested but not enough to speak. Hands folded neatly. Fingers safe from familiar nostrils. Boogers don’t say boogers! In fact, better to say nothing. Maybe yes and maybe no sir. But never to a lady! Your BEST behavior. Also means no cussing. No fussing and […]
Sometimes life picks you. It says You C’mon! And come or you don’t come When life says on, you’re on! Thank you, friend. Barry out.
You’ve got your limits. I have mine. And it’s my job to ensure they Never twine. They must not align. So don’t be tryin’. To be combinin’, Your mornful whinin’. With my fake cryin’. Thank you, friend. Barry out.
This habit has you Firmly in its grip. And it won’t let you Slip a little bit. It lives inside you It has its way. And if you don’t like it Too bad, it stays. Thank you, friend. Barry out.
You got your clear holy water. You got your red. Might be colored holy water, Might be wine. See wine fuck you up Holy water too. But both need Help to get In you. Thank you, friend. Barry out.
Earth turning her insides out. Like a mother giving birth. Dust into humans and humans into dust. Big ‘ol getting bigger Earth. Course she lives and Because she does, We get to dig more Earth! Thank you, friend. Barry out.
You got this one track mind. You never seem to find It easy to unwind And that’s so unkind Maybe you be blind Cause you defined Mister Mean. Thank you, friend. Barry out.
He flew through windows He flew off bikes. He flew from soft seats to hard rocks On several flights. He dared Doctor Death. Poked him with a stick. The bad doctor snatched it and Rubbed off bark via poop shoot wick. Ooh, that smarts! The Bad Doctor’s sick. But so’s nit wit. For pushing shit. […]
Lord he spewed. He yammered and stammered And did it while hammered and No one knew true about his spew But you. And you weren’t talking out the Fronta your mouth. You and him, always sideways. Thank you, friend. Barry out.
The gravity of the situation, Will glue you to the ground. And when they look where you lost your balance, You shall not be found. You are not around. Lying there without sound. For the last time you have clowned, Around and around and around. Now you’re just another man down. Thank you, friend. Barry […]
Anything you want! Everytime you want it! No waiting or standing in line. No maybe. No can’t do. No Never gonna happen. No, here dreams unfold on time. All day perfection. No end selection. At will erection. Without correction. Or misdirection. Heaven. Thank you, friend. Barry out.
He saw that shit. Made no matter. In the end she all evens out. Nothin’ to complain about. No need now to shout. Don’t even raise your voice, Y’hear? Never hafta yell in here. Honey are you listnin’? Thank you, friend. Barry out.
This group he knew got together. Shoot the breeze and stir some shit. Him, he skirted the wisdom crowds. They gave him stupid fits. Stupid fits. They suggested stupid fits, When it don’t. Thankyou, friend. Barry out.
My god he tried. He tried to do the right thing. But the right thing wouldn’t be done. And he tried real hard to stick to it But the right thing weren’t no fun. He needed scared. Needed afraid. Needed himself a chopping block He had a head to lay. He’d be okay. Just stay […]
Man I love you! Love you with all my heart! I dream of purpose, You are purpose. I dream of freedom, You are freedom. I dream of tomorrow, You are tomorrow. Man I love you Shannon! Thank you, friend. Barry out.
You needent be bothered. There’s really no use. You rise for yourself. For me, hang loose. Just you being you. And me being me. Then any other one of us Nicely makes three. Thank you, friend. Barry out.
Mister, what’r you in for? Didja rob? Didja cheat? Didja pee on the seat? Didja fail at meet’n greet? Livin’ in the street? Feelin’ kinda weak? Close to defeat? Notta damn treat, Is it… Thank you, friend. Barry out.
How you made her smile! Oh she valued you. So loyal and so kind. How? Why did you…? Now I can’t forget. You buried in a gentle breeze. Adding to that hallowed haunt, Black Betty, if you please. Thank you, friend. Barry out.
You miss. You’re sick. You’re sick of being missed. Sick of the love that hides in spaces. Spaces you are not. Spaces where you are caught. Between contempt and fondness. Thank you, friend. Barry out.
People do. And if they’re lucky They do and do. People do what they do and People don’t change much Least not like me and you. Thank you, friend. Barry out.
Sharing is what some people do. Other people, they take. It’s scarce, they say, before they snatch, Taking for taking’s sake. Thank you, friend. Barry out.
You eat your young. You sup on old. You force them first into Your mold. They dig your gold. They wait on hold. Do as they’re told. Cause you, I know… Savage. Thank you, friend. Barry out.
The first kid to touch home plate. Probably the first at bat. Cause he run fast or Own the home plate Everyone else come last. Ats how it is. In every game. The one you play Is just the same. Thank you, friend. Barry out.