He set the table for no one to eat. They were everyone gonna get beat At cards. He made the rules which was only no rules. He would wind ’em up slippin’ on booze. Then one by one, friendly, he’d use Them. Course they didn’t see it. If they did, they couldn’t be it. This […]
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Sumbitch was a model prisoner. He ain’t take nor make no shit. Added two and two and try as he do, Could never get five from it. Thank you, friend. Barry out.
Could’ja give me something mister? This shit was never said. The thought of getting without giving Never entered any head. But then one day was read: Edward Bernays said; Give them daily bread! Keep curiosity fed. Sick ‘ em up in bed. They owe us now! How much? HOLY COW! From now on get them […]
See it. See it. See the Seestem. See it’s bottom. See it’s top. See where it begins. And stops. See? You’re outside now. Where you want to be? Thank you, friend. Barry out.
Jesus Christ people are stupid. They’re stupid and ignorant And ignorant of being stupid And oh how that works for the assholes! They glare at you meanly. Gesture obscenely. Say nope so serenely. Just like you mattered. Right after they’ve shattered Your dreams about ladders And climbing to the top. Asshole says stop and You […]
He licked his chops. Then her chops. Then his. Motherfucker can lick my balls. Thank you, friend. Barry out.
Can’t be yourself you say. Not there now anyway. Tell me who paved the way To this destination? Oh no, it couldn’t be you! That sure damn isn’t who You are or even who Would have a halfast clue Who runs your circus! Thank you, friend. Barry out.
Makin’ or breakin’? Was what he’d ask and Dude really wanted to Collapse his blast because He wasn’t makin’ And only takin and Takin without Makin’ can’t last. Thank you, friend. Barry out.
Maybe you were born smart. Smarten up, you never heard. Maybe born with your mistakes made. Maybe never a discouraging word. Or maybe you were born a fuckup. Maybe you fucked up was all you heard. And maybe you broke shit so easily, What’s the big why about your word? Eye, slowing down the breakage, […]
Wear your loafers sole side down. Plant your feet in hallowed ground. Scream through the ages Without sound. Watch the originator will be found, Not in heaven but snuggly bound, In your shoes. Thank you, friend. Barry out.
A wretched life is waiting for you. Full of skinned knees and Holy shoes. Full of that’s stupid and So are you. Full of big dreams made of No can do. Full of mirages and Stepped in goo. Full of too much To quietly sneak through. Full of illusions with The joke on you. Thank […]
Dude wasn’t moving. Don’t you cross his mind. You will ignite a shit storm pal. One you can’t unwind. Mister Still Undefined. The neighbors say It couldn’t be him. Dude was so damn kind. Thank you, friend. Barry out.
You didn’t do it. It wasn’t you. You were asleep, ya? Couldna been you! You’re not like that. That ain’t how you think. That would only happen After too much to drink. And what do you think…? Ima souse?! Thank you, friend. Barry out.
Sweet Jesus living is good The second time around. When you’re not immersed in the good fight Calmly sitting down. Caress today’s plucked grapes. Imagine their sweet juice. Future altered state. Truly hanging loose. Arrest your yap, Let consciousness nap and Fill in the whole. Thank you, friend. Barry out.
Oh you’re waiting to see me are you? Well, look here, look here and here. And if you find me, let me know. I wonder where I go… Sometimes. And I wonder if it’s me going… Sometimes. So if you see me, I’d like to know. Thank you, friend. Barry out.
The closest they Is a long way away From the furthest far away you. At the edge you see them Waving like they know you And you want to know you too. Thank you, friend. Barry out.
When I’m me I sometimes feel stupid. Not for me but another me. The me that gets drunk and spills our beans. Same as every Israeli. (without the booze) Thank you, friend. Barry out.
Maybe tomorrow no carnivore. Maybe later take a break. Maybe someone never notice the Promises they break. Or the toll that it takes. The shit cookies it bakes. The life at gets all faked. Thank you, friend. Barry out.
You move your lips. You offer tips. Off-handed quips. But I know this, Advice does piss You off. Thank you, friend. Barry out.
This road he hoed. Knowed where it goed. Like he’d been told A thousand times. Be a good boy, boy. Like chips ahoy! Be careful yoi, Fall doon. Thank you, friend. Barry out.
Ninety-eight percent of Three-sixty-five leaves A whole damn week A year to shit down Someone’s neck and Walk around with a frown. For the other Three-fifty-eight Be great. And party hardy hearty! Thank you, friend. Barry out.
She got herself mixed up in shit. A loop-de-loop with a little twist. A cord wrapped around a nothing knob A no step step to the gravity god. A trip to Terra Firma Flailing, jiggling blob. Of curious, about to hurt, flesh. Why life? Thank you, friend. Barry out.
Oh jesus Crazy Joe. Crazy Joe don’t know. How da calender go. Crazy Joe don’t flow. Don’t hussle mo’. No to and fro. Honey catch dat do’. Not fo’ Crazy Joe. But fo dem befo’. Da tough goin’. Thank you, friend. Barry out.
They were thick as thieves. Maybe thicker’n at. They had so many fronts Their front was a back. Frontanda back frontanda back They were side to side. If one told the truth Not one of ’em lied. Thank you, friend. Barry out.
Larry rots in prison. For his children. The pen is teaching Larry. For his children. Solitary confinement yo. For his children. Love coralled by bars. For his children. A penal system to warp him. For his children. His animal anger contained. For his children. Larry’s spirit broken. For his children. This man in THE man’s […]
You ain’t joined nothin’. Least not that you know. Could it be you joined By where you live and growed? Maybe hoe de hoed? Thank you, friend. Barry out.
Corruption was here first. Before the toast jam down. And once that beggar swirls Shit just keeps goin’ round. Round and round and Over and out. Corruption riding on a Herd of doubt. You heard about doubt? Oh its all about. All about clout. The clout of doubt and Corruption. Thank you, friend. Barry out. […]
Yes there is Another way Look and it Will find you. Thank you, friend. Barry out.
They made shit up about him. Called him Canadian and white Said buddy you pray to one of these gods And don’t you stay up all night You got a job. Thank you, friend. Barry out.
Your gauges are wonky They don’t measure shit. Even if they could What would they do with it? The glove don’t fit. You won’t equit. You won’t quit. This is it…! PULL UP! Thank you, friend. Barry out.