Archive for the 'Human Nature Don’t Have To Be Natural' Category

Sumbitch Pump Inna Sink Naw

Water by the bucket. Back when shit was free. Doan save some for primin’. Lordy, lord. Fuck thee. Back when shit was free. Thank you, friend. Barry out.

The Challenges Shall Not Me Out

Motherfucker was beside himself. Couldn’t take another minute. He could in a minute change this view To one without him in it. There no hurting. No crying too. There just a man and What he can do. Thank you, friend. Barry out.

Bad Feeling Artist

I’ve been stabbed. And arrested. Livin’ in solitary confinement. Burned at the stake. Got beat up. A scoundrel sans refinement. Held hostage. Bad food city. Starved into a submission that Ain’t so pretty. Then I woke up. Mama, you too. I worry about the worrying Makin’ mama blue. Thank you, friend. Barry out.     […]

Mama I Love You

Spank me bitch You will wish You ate that twitch Cause I will show you glory. ‘N I will hear your stories. Tell ’em again and again and again. I will hear your fucking stories! Thank you, friend. Barry out .  

Yo Yo, Genes.

I got no problem with your crazy son. It don’t cross my mind that he owns a gun. Just got a different way of having fun. Is all you say cause he ain’t hurt no one. Even tho’ we know your baby comes undone. Your eyes flash letters spelling WE SHOULD RUN. But like I […]

Professional Stomach Churners

Where you bin? What your game? This here picture ain’t the same As the picture you’re presenting now. Where you from holy cow! Are you polite? Say good morning / night? Better get these right Or a checkmark dump your luggage. Eye contact. Thank you, friend. Barry out.

Wrapping The Earth In Mind

Just before snapped is Stretched to the limit which Is often a limit so fleeting As to not appear as a Limit. Thank you, friend. Barry out.  

The Really Good Days Added Eight Percent. Without ‘Em, Ninety-eight.

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.

There’s A Dark Light Shining Behind Your Eyes

You look out. No really, look out. You point your peepers and Dark energy sings. It wants to bring What you see. Thank you, friend. Barry out.

Your Phone Is Dead. Your Payment’s Late. What’s A Good Phone To Do?

Oh if dad were alive He’d know what to do. Dad’d know what to do. He’d start with a bitta wet wood And, A few dampish catalog pages. And gas. A bucket full ‘o gasoline! An man he’d toss that gas anda Damn matches too… Anda whole bloody thing explode! Sure ya you got your […]

Brang Yer Own Self Home

Got your specific number. Got your specific  name. Got your specific entourage. You got that specific game. You play. I’m out. Thank you, friend. Barry out.

Shit Ya There Was A Gang War And One Gang Had All The Guns

A red bandana. Dude got dead cause he ignored The rule about red bandanas. On this turf no bandanas. Badges on hats and epaulets. Spit polished boots and no regrets. They gets what they gets If they don’t do threats Bandanas better hit the deck. Right quick. Or their lives vamoose at the click Of […]

Jack Shit Ain’t Dopin’

Ya Billy’s not in the race. He’s sidelining guy Handing out water To other guys setting the pace. A bitta pill for his mama Grace. Who lassos any attention strays Always kept him in his place On the straight away from gays (not the sexual, happy days) Cause too much gladtime and Billy plays. Nen […]

The New Nigger, Cheatin’ Jewish, Commie Bastard.

Shit got you fired. Never hired. Counta wired. Chased by cops. A billion stops. And lawyer pops. No rent for you. Take’r damn kids too. And rotten jail fool. Now shit is cool… Thank you, friend. Barry out.

This Flow You Go With

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.

Sorry I Told You

You were gonna do something I asked you to. Kina took your initiative And through it through A strip of glue Held us together. Thank you, friend. Barry out.

This Cycle Must Be Rode

Snake oil was expensive Then it was not. Chocolate was expensive Then it was not. Life was valuable Then it was not. We were caught In a recipe that Shouldn’ta been sought. Lookit our lot and The farm we’ve almost bought. When will we ever learn? Thank you, friend. Barry out.

Less People Shooting More People More Often

At the end of the road were Some folks who were lost. They hada get home at Any cost. THEY WERE LOST! Man… Dontcha see mister? Don’t you see? Being lost made ’em cross Ana wannabe boss Which they could be while Keepin’ air distance. Dustified themselves post some Gettin’ dirty others. Not by choice […]

Nonamee Vilhelm

I’m comin’ coming. I’ll see you there. Don’t tell nobody. Nobody, y’hear? Fanfare fuckit. Man I ain’t there. I rock the boat doh. That much I’ll share. Thank you, friend. Barry out. New damn williams yestaday dammit!

He Came Out Swangin’

You, you got that swagger. That confidence and strength. You, you go the distance. To any goddamn length. You get shit done. And you have fun. Walking where they run. Ah lifey-life sister… Ain’t life so very grand? Thank you, friend. Barry out.

Here Watch Stupid

Couldya pipe dumb in? Couldya spread it with a wink? Couldya send it via photon To hamper how I think? Couldya message kinda stink? Couldit make me sorta blink? Maybe hit me ina sink An spill my cookies? Thank you, friend. Barry out.

When You Don’t Know You’ve Been Fishing Till The Hook Is In Yer Mouth

Oh you walked right in. Some’d say waltzed. You look no way and You got the balls To come-a my road an play? Doanknow what to say. ‘Cept have your way. An the highway here is busy. Thank you, friend. Barry out.

When Can I Be Me?

You didn’t make yourself yes. Shit yourself yes. Starved yourself yes. Pissed yourself yes. Cried yourself yes. Waved madly yes. Kicked motherfucker yes. You Motherfucker, yes. Thank you, friend. Barry out.  

Y’ain’t Gittin’ This By Doin’ That

Trying hard ain’t the answer. Working your fingers to the bone. Ain’t you got any hidden skills? A skill or two you could hone? You ain’t doing this alone. Like doglass sans it’s bone. Better reach ’em on your phone Let ’em know you ain’t been shown The real way to get home. At’s what […]

The Queen Of Correlation

It was this. This was that. From here she don’t Know where she’s at. That’s her map. In her lap Soakin’ up them tears. Thank you, friend. Barry out.  

You Was The Name Of Asshole

Think for a minute and If you can’t then Asso be thy Name. Thank you, friend. Barry out.

Was The Future Rosy Or Was That Just A Sunset?

So many damn words. So many ways to hear them. The endless pictures painted by them Fill the whole bloody canvas. Thank you, friend. Barry out.    

Huh… The Road Less Traveled Only Costs Everything…

Don’t be like yourself right now Forever. Give the next you a chance to sing. Exit stage left to the change rooms in back Let’s see what your next act brings. Thank you, friend. Barry out.

When The Lord Don’t Know Whose Team Yer On

Ya play. Play hard. Let other players Play hard too. Just remember. Only playin’. Most other players Only playin’too. Thank you, friend. Barry out.

Gonna Git Me In The Greeting Card Biz

Y’ain’t changin’ minds. Not like you could. Y’ain’t charging eight or Maybe nine damn bucks For a real thin chunka wood. With a place to sign your name. Thank you, friend. Barry out.