He got drunk and fell down. Drunk and fell down. Couldn’t fall up. Always fell down. Kepp on floppin’ Always head down. Didn’t see the scratches Bleedin’ on the ground. Makin’ Blood Lake an Ah ain’t gonna drown. Thank you, friend. Barry out.
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Brother, you know couches. Sofas and Lazy Boys. Brother, you’ve supped more sea than fish. Brother, and big boy toys. You slam. You hollar. Spend mom’s last dollar. Never off the teat. So now you beat Yourself and your lovers Up. Thank you, friend. Barry out.
It’s your mind. You can’t make it up. I wait behind you, Feelin’ a wee bit gruff. I’d like to tell you, That you’ve had enough. But I say nothing. I know you got it tough. CAUSE THAT’S WHAT STUPID FUCKERS GET! ENJOY! Thank you, friend. Barry out.
Oh the better me is better free To judge past pal ‘o mine. He’s a moron, yes and I Must confess that He’s no frienda mine. I hate that dude because He’s so rude and Came unglued Without being clued into Who and what he was. He was him alright. Hating every night, Dragged him […]
Fuck you big time my old friend. You just come to hurt me. I placate and negotiate To stop you roaming free. Why your visit? What I do? To deserve your salt In wounds anew. You scrape through. Me, I’m blue cause I want you To leave. Thank you, friend. Barry out.
Rich or poor, it don’t matter. If you listen to the mad hatter, Your glass housa freedom will shatter. And you will hafta stay at her. So slip on your yoke and stoppa chatter. What you think now, It don’t matter. Thank you, friend. Barry out.
Mentally ill is why we still Cry out for something free. I like free, feels great to me and I Wonder if and how it might be That free becomes so natural see that Nobody gets ahead. Thank you, friend. Barry out.
Chance was a very big dude. Chance don’t like no takers. You believe in the god of luck? You wanna bet on the Lakers? Maybe pick red. Stay on seventeen. Chance a make a bully boy Cry like a homecoming queen. Where you buddy been? Come on, come on in! Welcome to your worlda seen… […]
Some a dah milk go bad Worse chocolate ever bin had. Drive a chocolate lover mad. Sad. But, take’it what once bin sad. Thank you, friend. Barry out.
Someone sitting alone there. Dude looks like he’s lost. Looks like he paid alot for life. And he didn’t count the cost. Which was everything. Thank you, friend. Barry out.
How come I gotta be the nice guy? When shitters shit on me why lord why? I play safe when they don’t even try. They frown down on my bright blue sky. Will I live on in heaven while in hell they fry? I. Fucking. Doubt it. Thank you, friend. Barry out.
One day down by da reever. Ah see a liddle sheet. Da sheet seep outa da reever bank into Da haich two oh we drink. Now no telling what da reever taste like Fore’n it started to stink… Thank you, friend. Barry out.
Big life small life. Havin’ them a ball. But right outside man, terror befall. Make a no noise. Terror don’t call. Scratchin’ out the miserable Death by paw. Thank you, friend. Barry out.
Every thirty seconds! A gun in someone’s mouth. A noose turn-ing lights out. A spike shaken without. A pill to stop the shout’n. A city doing itself each year! People sure want out’n… Thank you, friend. Barry out. 800,000 humans take their own lives EVERY YEAR! ORRIBLE
You go. You do. It’s you and all things that matter to you. Those things are important. They need attention. They don’t need me and my intervention. You go. You do. Thank you, friend. Barry out.
Shit needs two dimensions only To go absolutely sideways. Give it four or five dimensions Shit be sideways always. So… look out! You newby tenth dimensioner. Thank you, friend. Barry out.
Today don’t matter. Today ain’t nothin’. Goin’ too smooth. Gonna rough it. Maybe tough it. Outa here. Thank you, friend. Barry out.
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 […]
Mental Illness played indoors only. He didn’t want to go outside. Anyone stopping wouldn’t see him. Em Eye would steal away and hide. Their consciousness would not collide. Unless Em Eye was fried. Then it’s like the other died. And the bad tooth opened wide. Success stood by and sighed. Shit storms far and wide. […]
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.
On stun everybody! On stun! On donor, on blitzkrieg. On stun. Everybody. Thankyou, friend. Barry out.
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 […]
Had to. But… He couldn’t. Made to When He shouldn’t. Fly away bad feelings. Run. Rip like the grind. Poor attitude ‘o mine. Say, how did you find Me? Thank you, friend. Barry out.
Oh, you’ve got the recipe! Good. Got you now the Ingredients? Thank you, friend. Barry out.
Ach, this thing that comes over me. Daze as black as hell. Don’t like the taste or feeling too Be dead I might as well. It’s deep and thick It fills my lungs No smiling only cry. I don’t want it Why me now? Fruitlessly I try. To connect. I can’t. No call gets through. […]
Got this dank, wet blanket. Want-cha put it on? Don’t have to wipe that smile from your face. With this blanket it be gone. Cause this blankety-blanket Covering you whole. This blankety-blanket Shading your goal. Bet this blankety-blanket Will not roll. It keeps you in these lonely places. Torchures you with smiling faces. Pain from […]
Too many human spirits on the market. Get an app and double yours for free. Nine ninety nine a month gets you Five additional spirits! Only one of which can ever be free. See? Workin’ lotsa human spirits Only one ‘a be thee. Thank you, friend. Barry out.
Would you turn out? To turn me in? Would you snip the hair On my chinny-chin chin? Or wouldja go beserk? And let our bloodline thin? How can you win? This win’s not sin? I can’t even begin To understand you. Thank you, friend. Barry out.
You’ve got your limits. I have mine. And it’s my job to ensure they Never twine. They must not align. So don’t be tryin’. To be combinin’, Your mornful whinin’. With my fake cryin’. Thank you, friend. Barry out.
You got this one track mind. You never seem to find It easy to unwind And that’s so unkind Maybe you be blind Cause you defined Mister Mean. Thank you, friend. Barry out.