They say you’re sixty and white. You know that sixty ain’t right. But you ain’t no fighter, More like delighter And a star shining bright through the night. They say you’re short and you’re fat. They seem to get off doing that. You think that that isn’t rat. So you identify them as spoiled […]

  He did better on his lonesome. Crowds, he found them loathsome. Hankered to be alone some. Pointers, he needed not. Stealthy, to not get caught. Opinions unsold or bought. A pathway clearly fraught With peril. Barry  

You don’t know shit And you know it. You’re faking it all the way. Nodding your head, making eye contact. Hoping that you don’t say *** I don’t have a clue what you’re talking about! My head is way up my ass. If you think I know what I’m talking about You must be high […]

  You don’t look like anybody. If anything, they look like you. There is only one of you and To that one you must be true. You can think for yourself. Make up your own damn mind. You be the one who winds you up and You do the big unwind. Look at yourself as […]

  He didn’t want to be But he was, alone. Even his third man factor had gone. The wind bit his face. Dawgs on his arse. Getting was good but the good was sparse. Damning the torpedoes. Ziggin’ on the zag. Climbin’ out the box when it isn’t his bag. Barry

He smoked marijuana. A lot of it. He and marijuana were a damn good fit. He could talk about it. Tell about it. See it for all it’s worth. But the folks who made marijuana laws Made marijuana hurt. Barry

  Life is a pantry. Filled or not filled. It’s shelves can be loaded Or everything spilled on The floor and the door The damn door will not open! And it’s you on the inside Hearing words not yet spoken Why would you? It’s useless… Your pantry door’s broken. Barry

Jesus you better not listen. Better not pay no mind. Cause if you do they’ll see you too They’ll find you and unwind You. Barry Nick Begich “DARPA Is Testing New Mind Control Technology On Unwitting Civilian Victims.”

Say what you think will happen. Maybe just speak your mind. Maybe your mind is onto something. Don’t be left behind. Barry

Opportunity looks like a sinking ship. Bilge pump overtime. And salvage work, it ain’t so bad. Cleanin’ up mar-eyen. Mar-eyen? You know? This place you tend to go? And brought you everyone else there. Where you now reside, you know? So map it out then, mark your course. You are the wind, the oxen… horse. […]

Four levels of hal-lo? You don’t know you don’t know You know you don’t know You know you know You don’t know you know Fight like the dickens to get to level 2. Slide into Level 3. Level 4 becomes you. Barry

Don’t look into the sun today. Maybe tomorrow too. Cause the sun is hotter and bigger than eyes. And a whole lot bigger than you. Barry  

Dammit I wish I was too fat! You’re so tall. You’re so smart. Grew up from a little fart. Or maybe fart’s too vague. Too widespread ’cause Who you are and what you doz was In you long before you was. Barry

The truth, she hurts when she bites. See, the truth is you ain’t been paying attention. Least, not to those moving reeds, Nor those cracking branches. The panting, that sneeze?! Sheesh! Open your eyes! And get up off your knees!! Barry

You bore me with predicability Flash madness see You kick my knee at Set me free ta See you. Boo hoo. Thank you, friend. Barry out.

Yin is black. Yang is white. They are not the same! Alright? Thank you, friend. Barry out.

A ruler awaits. To hell with greats. This fellow here needs mention. Take it on slow now. Stopping shorta holy cow. Savoring the lack of attention. 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 […]

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.  

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 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 […]

He said no aggression. Your first impression Counts. Said take it easy. Don’t be sleazy. Nothing smells like bounce. Said you’re a good guy Why don’t you try To be a wee bit gooder? Cause if you can Then you’ve outran Shoulda Coulda Woulda. 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. […]

Goddammit he hated himself. He was such an ass. Maybe shit would straighten out If that bastard passed. He could pass Would pass Should pass ya? Buy how he gonna pass And continue to hah? Maybe pass a little away each day. Slide out slow. Act as though Everyone stayin’ the same. But they ain’t… […]

You can’t be wrong. Make no mistakes. Eat ugly cake. At your lies bake. I dine with you. Eata humble stew. That leads into The School of Barry Cam Doon. Ahh, fack it… Thank you, friend. Barry out.

He ain’t been seen since The Billy Jack scene And in between was it Full ahead steam Or some hand cream to Sooth the scream that No one means to Slip between Their leeps. Please be fat, mister Brown. Thank you, friend. Barry out.

Santa doesn’t wear his suit Every day of the year. Sometimes Santa works like an elf, Other times drunk on beer. Sometimes Santa let’s shit pile up Out in the reindeer barn, Santa has been known to argue with his missus, And drunk he says fuck not darn. Yep, the story of life is a […]

You know you don’t know. You do, don’t you do? Know and don’t you know what you don’t know will Bring you to now know but You’ll know now you don’t know. You don’t know, you don’t! Thank you, Not Knowing. Barry out.

Oh you’ve got some splainin’ to do! When you remove your head from your whoo. Until then, keep mumblin’, It’ll ensure you’re humble when It comes your time to talk. Please brusha teet. Thank you, friend. Barry out.