Crossing The Line by Barry Williams

It ain’t icing all the way down. There’s bread like stuff Below and around and Just below that What can be found? Another thick slab of icing! Thank you, friend. Barry out.    

Don’t let the screen door Hit you on the ass As you scamper toward the exit. You are going out. You are going down. With all the hints you couldn’t have guessed it?! Put your damn hands out! Before you hit the ground! Cause when it’s lights out The ground will smudge your crown. You […]

I’m going down with the ship. Which means it ain’t going down. I’ll sail this beggar til she’s paid her dues, Then I’ll refund her one hundred percent. All it takes is a farely good rod man, Reeling in yesterday’s catch. Warsh it off. Thank you, friend. Barry out.  

Oh, you’d like me to change? Would you? Like me to change but would you? Would you? You whom would, surely could, Show me just how to change. Thank you, friend. Barry out.

When one saviour don’t wirk There’s another. When another savior don’t wirk You’ll discover. You are the savior man. You do what saviors can. Look to yourself Other than Those times when it’s time to save another. Thank you, friend. Barry out.

If I could do one thing I’d Help everyone to find what They really love to do then Help them build that love to the firmament. Thank you, friend. Barry out.

There’s cake and you are eating it. What flavor do you got? Ain’t what you want then keep on munchin’. More cake will be brought. Thank you, friend. Barry out.

He took a wrong turn in the corn maze. Took a left instead of right. He was stuck in that damn corn maze Many bloody nights. He fought fear of yellow kernels And the green arms that wrapped them tight. He heard their woody stalks calling out to him Softly in the cool moonlight. You’re […]

Crash! Bang! Bink! Something outside. It wants you to look. Look and keep looking. Look without thinking. Not even about the look you took. Don’t think about thinking. Think about drinking. Wouldn’t an altered state be nice? Listen, stop speaking. Ignore the wheel squeaking. Don’t make us tell you twice. You stay out here now. […]

Hanging or firing squad? What’s it gonna be? Guys like me don’t pension out. You do as you please. Thank you, friend. Barry out.  

Evil don’t do nothin’. Standing on that rail. Evil hang there smirking. Hoping that you  bail. Evil don’t whisper think. Evil wait in that drink. Evil say wink pal wink We are in this club now So far and way above Any kind of love now What you think now gov? JUMP! Thank you, friend. […]

Those that proclaim I AM GOOD Need not start a which hunt. Look for the smell of evil kind They smell like done blunt. Thank you, friend. Barry out.

What the fuck! What the fuck! How’ma get mahself right  outa this muck? Maybe by huck. Maybe by cruck. Gonna git mah self out Doan y’all look. Thank you, friend. Barry out.

Thirty one souls on the good ship Williams. Where’s the captain we’re ready to load? ! Thirty one souls?! My gawd, who called them? I wouldn’t be so bold! They came, they saw and all the rest. They stopped looking at your behest. And now you point out this big mess. Mister, give us divergence. […]

Somebody’s playing on Saturday. Playin’ on Sunday too. Playin’ on the players whom are Playin’ on the players. Kinda like players do. Thank you, friend. Barry out.

There’s an underlying structure to structure. Like the pillars under a bridge. The structure can’t be seen Cause there’s nothing in between Til you pass over sunset ridge. Thank you, friend. Barry out.  

Hey you wearin’ that mask! And you there wearin’ them skins! Any idea how many memes You packin’ or where them memes have been? YOU dressin’ induns like induns! YOU good, white man in a mask! You are makin’ some minds up. You are programmers, yes? Thank you, friend. Barry out.  

Mowgy is an odor like Old, wet socks. Mowgy don’t smell okay. Mowgy turns a down nose A little up. Mowgy makes a person say… Ugh! Don’t eat that! Throw it away! Thank you, friend. Barry out.

Let a little Jesus into your heart. Jesus’ll start To bigger that heart Until you start to See through it. Thank you, friend. Barry out.

I got up early. Stayed up late. Now I learn the Moon landing’s fake?! The earth is flat? Mickey Mouse ain’t real? C’mon Masons, what’s the deal? Thank you, friend. Barry out.

She was motive blind. Smiled and nodded While the beggars secreted her kind. Under cover of darkness Missus Harkness Gave ’em all they could find. She could make it. Fake it. Bake before they take it. Anything to unwind. Thank you, friend. Barry out.  

It’s micro macro. Say it’s not. Name one mousetrap You ain’t caught. Past all paid for. Way past bought. Thinkin’ stinkin’. Other’s thoughts. Thank you, friend. Barry out.

Ah ya shit ya beggar! Shit’n begone! Step’n inya shit naw, Shit’n begone! Shit’n over lush lawn… C’mon! C’mon! Thank you, friend. Barry out.    

Hey, who goes there?! Better not be you… Cause if it ’tis Then who dat is Runnin’ all dat show? Thank you, friend. Barry out.

My body took me out for a walk. I didn’t want to go. But my body inner tremored and Sweated a lot. Felt kinda sick and so… Here outside we go. My mind gave my heart to a stranger. She got stranger and stranger and stranger. My mind didn’t mind, it put my body in […]

Ah, ya bet and ya bet and ya bet and ya bet. I bet that those bets have have not added up yet To a win from those wins where your winning starts spinning A yarn where you win without winning at all. Line up to win winnings but then losing you bawl Why can’t […]

Jesus he knew about stupid. Said stupid shit. Did stupid shit. Ate stupid. Drank stupid. Dressed himself in rags stupid. Jesus he knew about smart. Thank you, friend. Barry out.

Ah, the dock. THE DOCK! Gonna hit the dock! But no. Cappy slides them into hawk. Just close enough they can embark. Not knowing how close they came… Doesn’t haveta turn a whole damn ship. No one even feel the turn a bit. Cappy just look where he want it To go. Thank you, friend. […]

Fibber Mcgee was a free spirit he Saw no lines in the sand. There was no edge to skirt How could anybody hurt o’er Li’l ‘ol circle dirt plan? They say that he, Fibber Mcgee, Took liberties Did as he pleased Twisted casually The truth ’bout who we am… Thank you, friend. Barry out.  

Falling when you’re walking is bad. Falling when you’re running is worse. Falling, maybe jumping, from a moving car, Scabs spelling out some curse. Thank you, friend. Barry out.