Archive for the 'Personal Stuff I Shouldn’t Have Said' Category

I Work For The Goddamn Man, Man!

On Monday he worked highways. Tuesday… ? Entertainment. Wednesday, like every other damn day. Buddy worked in Containment. Arrangement. Buddy worked hard for infrastructure. Suit shilled for religion. Buddy, he works whatever damn plan. Thursday, it’s pill prevention. Friday, flying high for airports. Saturday, shushing kids at a busy daycare. Sunday saving souls for collection. […]

What 2017 Done To Me

Got a loan called. The well went dry. Aphids beat me. My gov’t lied to me. Hada borry 70k to stop me throat from gurgling. All the while the future swirling. I got dizzy. And hacked. Almost stopped writing but I’m back. Got raped on the price of our pro-oh-duct. Got a little yeowchy ripping […]

You Stay The Hell Away From Me, Y’hear?!

Voice mail he don’t do. Don’t send any letters. Your cards and notes of well wishing Go to dumpster diving bet getters. Keep your waves of greeting in check. Tip your hat just to scratch your head. If you see me, look away. Amuse yourself. And remember what the bad man said. Thank you, friend. […]

Playing With Gusto

Gusto is a thing. See it. Smell it. Feel it. Let gusto feel you. Create an odor. Engulf yourself. Know that you Nearly shit yourself. Smile deep breaths. Thank you, friend. Barry out.

Okay I Tell You Dis

Airbrush you out of a picture. Not a birthday card in sight. Man you gettin’ nothin’ for christmas. Halloween we turn out the lights. The loxxa changa. Thank you, friend. Barry out.

Oh Jesus Please Tell Me That’s You

Your heart can be opened up you know. Without being opened up. Your eyes can be wide seeing nothing but scars. But not wide enough to see that thars Blinders that look nada like blinders. Grinders that surely don’t grind. And if that is you Jesus with your hand on my shoulder, Could ya take […]

If Careless Isn’t In The Air

Oh jesus please, no, not you! Don’t tell them that you did it. It couldn’t be you! Say it isn’t true! It couldn’t be you, Could it…? Thank you, friend. Barry out.

What Is Needent Be

Jesus she howled at mother nature. Bitch got her outa bed. Kicked at the cats and Cursed because that’s How you get things to Go like you wanna. Thank you, friend. Barry out.

Fuck Nice

Fuck lickin stamps. Fuck lickin chops. Fuck lickin fingers whila doorman knocks. Fuck pillza takin’. Fuck pleasent makin’. Fuck laws and p-p-profit makin’. Thank you, friend. Barry out.  

The Good Shit Lasts For A Day If You’re Lucky

Yahoo! doesn’t take long to say. But yahoo echoes nicely. And yahoo plays well once or twice, But three yahoos won’t suffice. They don’t last! Yahoos throw the dice Through the window. Yahoo’s not all ways nice. Thank you, friend. Barry out.  

Ryan You’re In Goddamn Jail Man!

Jesus fuck Ryan I told you. Did I say I love you? More than once or twice? Did I carve you off a wee chunk ‘r two? Did we not share the spice of nice? Ryan… You carryin’ the whole damn family brother! Love you Ryan! Thank you, friend. Barry out.  

Cash Flow King And Shit Flow Prince

Most folks know time is money. They understand that their time is worth little and other people’s time is worth a lot. Thank you, friend. Barry out.

The Second Day On Yer Own, Cake Don’t Taste Like Cake.

Most folks are more than just themself. They argue with themselves and change their mind and say shit the now them wishes the hell they hadn’t. Thank you, friend. Barry out.

Oh, And If You Work Hard Enough You’ll Find Everything You Need, Right There AtYer Work.

Most folks have a job. They think they have a job but the job has them, anytime it needs. Thank you, friend. Barry out.

I Pray To Me I Duz What I’m Goonta

Dude hada get up. Didn’t wanna get up, but, DID get up. Nice’n easy. Hans rat dare. Wary could be seen. Thank you, friend. Barry out.

Shit You Didn’t Think Mattered Matters

Most folks are obligated. They don’t usually know they are obligated ’til they are. Thank you, friend. Barry out.

With Nothing To Compare To

There was nothing he could say. Not that mattered anyway, They said he’d had his day. Time to put the toys away. But he wasn’t from their frey. Fuck with him and they’d pay. No game he wouldn’t play, To always get his way. Thank you, friend. Barry out.

If You Don’t Manage Yer Health, Overworked Strangers Will.

Most folks suffer. They pain themselves as little as possible and that lack of humping hurt leaves a whack on the shelf. Thank you, friend. Barry out.

I See What You Did There You MotherFucking Fucker!

Fuck off! You ain’t free. To treat me the way that You’d like to treat me. I will see To it  You go down With the ship You have not yet boarded, but whose plank you now walk, you walk… Fuck off, pal. You best fuck off. Thank you, friend. Barry out.

Hey Evr’body, Laugh At Me! I Will Take Yer Pain.

A fella called Mart So loved it hurt So hurt he loved to double Folks over, hands cupped over roars Of laughter. What mean old Mart was after… Wrenching, gut wrenching laughter. Thank you, friend. Barry out.

Those Beggars Will Steal Your Attention And Not A Damn Thing Can You Do About It

Your attention. Snot your attention. You were born to them. They let you come. Your attention belongs to them, not you. You hold it like a mortgage. You pay as little as possible. And only once a month. Like church or voting. You’ll get your time. Until then, the time is theirs. Thank you, friend. […]

You Can Die And Not Be Dead

Most folks change. They stop acting like the person they were and start acting like someone they were not. Thank you, friend. Barry out.