There is a way to complain that reduces disdain. Makes is smaller and easy to hide. You’ll not find it deep Nor that far or that wide. But somewhere inside is That saying you’ll never give up. Barry
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Hello, my name is Barry and I am a quitter. Okay, I once was a quitter but now I have quit quitting. Yes, I complain and bitch and kick the dirt and cry. Sure, I whine and say why me lord? and try to blame someone else for my misfortunes. Of course I attempt to […]
A hint. A whiff. Is all you get. From that you place Your goddamn bet And one damned bet is all you get Bet on you pal, bet on you. Thank you, friend. Barry out.
Eye can smell you from here. You stink like queer. Don’t stand so near Me. Thank you, friend. Barry out.
God knows that you love her. You can’t get along without him. And pray you to the wrong god Your prospects will dim. Maybe they’re dimmed already. Maybe you’ve already sinned. Maybe you are your own god. Whom you can forgive. 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.
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.
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. […]
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.
The lord she spake to me this day. She said Barry look at life this way. She said you’re not here. I’m not here too. Then where does what we are come through? She said it comes to you. Comes to you I knew was true. Who you are comes to you… Thank you, friend. […]
Yes, they were junkies. Needed it or else. Need the brass bands and the Whistles and bells. Needed color. Needed fashion. Needed phase locking eyes Needed love, needed passion. Yearned for it. Squirmed for it. Hollow point blank when Sadly spurned for it. But, throw it around Throw it away. Can’t save it up. It […]
Got a big ‘ol rang. Big as a baby fist. An nigga ifya hasta stare at it, You ain’t caught it’s drift… Airs a game an you’re not init. You’s wartchin’ from da side. And if you’s got enough lucky stars, You two games don’t collide. Thank you, friend. Barry out.
There’s a bump in the road. A million or more. Holes in the hardtop, And animals, lord! The lines go all missing. Whitenoise still hissing. Blissfully pissing You off. You can’t do this, can’t do this. Can’t do this no more. But look! There in the distance! Ignoring resistance asking Peaceful existence can you Curtail […]
Your stomach wants you to eat. Feet say sit on down. A healthy you says With this nose, Ima be a goddamn clown! Thank you, friend. Barry out.
Huh … said the dog. Wow! Said the cat. Lookie! Said the bird To the humans not looking back. All the people slept with Their eyes wide open. Forget about causation, Correlation was token. So sleep man, sleep. Enjoy a slumber unbroken. Thank you, friend. Barry out.
Keep your chin up and Get out of that gutter. Smile like it’s breathing and Go hug your mother. Hug somebody’s mother or father Or you. Be you and live you and do what you do. Cause nothing else matters but Adding love to the stew. Thank you, friend. Barry out.
It’s micro macro. Turtles all the way down. Turn one over and There’s another turtle found. Hard on top. Soft on the bottom. Good to learn turtle cause Everybody got ’em. Thank you, friend. Barry out.
You better have your story figured out. You better know what it’s all about. You better not leave home without A story you know all about. And shout. It out. Then leeson real hard for echoes. Thank you, friend. Barry out.
Every step. Every look. And not one step or look Misstook. Everyone figured into each play. Each adding up, up to today. And yes it matters What you say. Thank you, friend. Barry out.
Ah you don’t wanna love less Your love get lost. You know damn well at Love hasa cost. It don’t take cheques and has No balances. An lordy help those overdrawn. Thank you, friend. Barry out.
Squeeze ’em together. They’ll bite each other. Some’ll even turn gay. Some’ll eat up all ‘a damn food. Others fuck the day away. Rats ain’t good at bunching up. Rats, they need their space. The biting, fighting, and screwing themselves got Nothin’ to do with race. Thank you, friend. Barry out.
You get angry. I do not. Your web will not Create my fraught. I’m not caught. Juss you. Thank you, friend. Barry out.
See me get outa my way. I got some dues to pay. Baked off these feet of clay. Naw gonna make today. Thank you, friend. Barry out.
Praise be to my god today. Circumstance led him to say Ivan can be gone away. But here he stays in The game we plays And you okays it Don’t chu? Thank you, friend. Barry out.
I hear me working, But I’m not. Guess if I’m a slacker Count me caught. They called me zero I am ought. Thank you, friend. Barry out.
Those pioneers and their arrows! Stickin’ them in their backs. Not checkin’ whose at the door. Not lookin’ between the cracks. Not carin’ bout a place to shit. Just a hole in an outdoor box. Crumpled up paper for tissue. Wipin’ arse with hard knocks. Man you complain tamorry. Ain’t no time today. Whine your […]
Mush. You are. But you carry a heavy scar. Knowing waay better than the beef Dejour. Bastard you figured it out. Thank you, friend. Barry out.
A wee bitta hurt’n is good. A whole lotta hurt’n is better unless It leads to no hurt’n at all. Hurt’n turns an occupied head. Hurt’n remembers shit not said. Hurt’n maybe wishes things dead. Hurt’n is okay. Brightens up your day. Hear hurt’n say There’s another way. Thank you, friend. Barry out.
Got a question fer ya sir. Maybe ya seen dat mirror. You are not sir in a furor Keepin shit clean maybe cleaner. Maybe hiding from Allah. Maybe hiding from God. Maybe spreading yer news Through no island seeing fog. We need grog for the mourning! Thank you, friend. Barry out.
It’s big and small and Through out y’all And too tiny And huge To see. Thank you, friend. Barry out.