Jesus, I could have used your name Twenty or thirty years ago. But you ducked under Under my shadow. You wouldn’t let me know. Hung out in that fourteenth beer. Countless times drove me safely here. I asked for you, you disappeared. Back then, I could have used you. You were hidden behind if […]
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See, people talk from a distance. What distance is that is? You mutter, softy, alone to yourself. You don’t even know what gives! Barry
Boo hoo for that lonely soldier. Marching there, on guard. She stands for loyalty, courage and country, Whom don’t know she works hard. Hard to please. Hard to free. Hard in degrees, Like her parents were before. Because hardness boy, tempered toy, useful goy. Two four urgent quiet, no assistance required. You know, let her […]
When one saviour don’t wirk There’s another. When another savior don’t wirk You’ll discover. You are the savior man. You do what saviors can. Look to yourself Other than Those times when it’s time to save another. Thank you, friend. Barry out.
Thirty one souls on the good ship Williams. Where’s the captain we’re ready to load? ! Thirty one souls?! My gawd, who called them? I wouldn’t be so bold! They came, they saw and all the rest. They stopped looking at your behest. And now you point out this big mess. Mister, give us divergence. […]
Ah ya shit ya beggar! Shit’n begone! Step’n inya shit naw, Shit’n begone! Shit’n over lush lawn… C’mon! C’mon! Thank you, friend. Barry out.
These people needed him to like them. He didn’t, and he told them so. They’d call him mean and nasty. He’d have to stop them with whoa, whoa, whoa! His eyebrows bushed as if they’d pushed A hairy button nobody saw. He’d look ’em square, Right in the peepers. Grip ’em by the shoulders with […]
Birthdays are for looking at photos. Thanking friends and dredging good memories. Take it slow and slack on party day But birthday hard every day. Thank you, friend. Barry out.
Open your eyes. They’re closed. See? You’ve got something in them! That’s why they’re closed. They’re pretecting those Cut off at the pass, ahem. Thank you, friend. Barry out.
You’ll have to go through me To see Bill. Bill ain’t seen by no one till. See me to see Bill. You don’t want to see him. Least not very much. If you did, you’d go through me Just to get in touch. Get it? 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.
My dad went to heaven. Where everything’s better ‘n good. Nobody talking back to him. People listen like they should. Jesus askin’ pops a million questions. Just so much that Jesus doesn’t know! See, this here is my father’s heaven. They got time and my lord daddy’s on a roll! Thank you, friend. Barry out. […]
Show them how to listen. Listen and watch and learn. Show them how to enjoy the sun Without suffering a bad sunburn. Show them how the wind sets sails. Show them how the wind can gale. Let them frolic in a friendly gust then Show them there’s a time to bail. Let ’em play at […]