Choose Your Family

Room you came in is not yours.

That room have so many doors.

Who come in there, who come out.

Comin’ out know not about

Chancellor in there and they shout.

Fire started, can’t put out.

Now you done it.

You big lout.



You Got Your Two Sides

The crows, they scream.

They don’t scream like I want ice-cream,

It’s an all out, over-head scream.

Motherfuckers scream.

Night and day.

Ain’t no need for you to say

Don’t scream motherfuckers.



You happen to speak Crow?


Ya He’d Scrap The Captain For Mister Brown

It’s an ill wind that blows

When the windows ain’t closed.

And it’s better seen far from the outside.

Inside, she’s like nature.

All curvy and straight.

Have a good hold yourself

When you open that gate.

Hold it open.

Keep it open.

The penned up can’t wait.


Move Ahead A Little Every Day Cause God Stops Before You

They needed daze off.

Couldn’t stay on.

Feet might move but the

Back was gone.


They had none.

Needed a break.

Say they’re done.

But they ain’t done.

Onna run.

No fun.

Grrr some.


God, you gotta fend for yourself!


The En-Tire Human Race

That tire, she’s a wobble.

That tire lose her tread.

That tire outa balance.

This tire air bin bled

Outa that tire, into thin air.

That tire sidewall bulging there.

This tire Out a alignment.

Squealin’ lika pig.

That tire low ‘n flappy.

That tire done it’s gig.

Here tire new and shiny.

No tire look like dat.

This tire drippin’ dog pee.

Dey treat big wheels like at.

Dem tires sidewall cracked hard.

Hold dair air no mo’.

Dat tire new but got no match.

That tire go no where.

Tires, they help you go some.

Keep ’em straight and true.

But break ’em loose

Or burn ’em up

Tires, they pop on you.




Buddy, Can You Spare A Lesson?

Wow you don’t see reality.

Don’t you see?

You don’t see!


It ain’t what you took it to be.


Reality is made a more than thee and thee

Can’t see that tree

For the forrest.



Good Only Works If Shit Gets Bad

Fuck it! I’m done!

I can’t take no mo’.

This shit train’s pulling into the station.

I’ve had it! I’m through!

This bastard’s fed up.

I’m fixin’ to join So Pissed Off Nation.

Be a grumpy old fuck.

Whatcha lookin’ at freak?!

You want a size ten in the ass?!

Or maybe calm down.

Maybe think this shit through.

Maybe suffer with a wee bitta class.





Cancer They Could See In His Goddamn Shit But Suicide They Could Not See

Jesus, let me not fuck up

Quite so much today.

Jesus can you give give me life

And in your special way

Can you steal away my senselessness

One more friggin day?



We Drank Throughout Every Day For Evening We Boarded Other Sheeps

I found this mind.

Alone. Frustrated.

Spoke we did and then

We dated.

It broke me and soon we

Faded into

Couples. Couples.


The World Ain’t Turning But The Spinning Continues

Whoa! Shite is not the same.

If you are in the game.

The game, she changes.

Open range is

No more home on the range.


Stand In This Line If You Want Shit To Fall On You

You are better than me, man.

Pitty me, I just can’t

Grasp reality.

Not like you.

You’ll just do

What I can’t seem to…


My Lordy, What You Don’t Know!

You need a new sun

Every four damn months.

No earth better touch your water.

If you’re gonna play God you

Gotta get good at

Doing what when you oughta.



Dancing The Real Time Schadenfreude


I won’t turn my back on you, no.

Becausa what you’ll do.

You’ll go through


An unthought-out plan.

Another also ran.

Just because you can.

Doin’ the same thing

Cracked bell you ring

Won’t stop the fight ding.

I keep my eye on you boy.




The Throwers Of Quill

Shit came out her eyes and nose.

Tiny veins wrapped with pantyhose

Couldn’t contain the poison, so…

She hissed instead of speaking.

You couldn’t help but see her tweaking.

Even though she seemed so freaking






Beat Yourself


The landlord says the rent is due.

You don’t pay no rent.

The lottery dude says tickets here!

But the lottery loot bin spent.

You don’t know no god of luck.

Only luck you got is you.

Someone gonna better the best you got

At someone sure as hail be you!


The Purpose Of Life

If you ask what is the purpose of life

You’re already on it.


Visit Your Past Like A Personal Cemetery


Please be a fucking idiot.

A retard and a sloth.

Be the worst of the worst.

A stink-bomb with shoes.

From there you shouldn’t get lost.

Grunt when you think about old you.

Cringe when you re-live that stank.

Savor the fact that you washed off that shit.

Think of someone you must thank.




Mom And Dad Said They Didn’t Lie But They Didn’t Know The Truth


When I say Halt!

You halt.

If I ask who you are

You say.

If I rest my hand on my gun like this

That is when you pay.

With your life? You ask.

Good question, dude!

Read my lips, it helps me resist rude.

Yes! With your life!

What else you got?

Disappear the whole works with

One good shot.

What you got ain’t enough

That’s true.

But it’ll do.






If You Ain’t Infected With Kaizen, Don’t Get In The Game.

Collaboration met competition and

The two of them arm-wrestled.

They each stood on the greenest grass

And in each other’s sights, they fessed up.

Rested untested like spilling the beans.

No barred holds, no barriers.

No stupid damn meetings.

Sure, they damned the torpedoes and

Then they took to the air.

Dragged the future to the present like

They didn’t even care about


There’s no time.

No time to compare.

Just engage yourself and

Re-engage yourself and

Beware, beware, beware!

Collaborative competition.

Good shit out of thin air…




A Rising Tide Sinks Many Ships


The barnacles, Bill.

The barnacles will

Carve us a hole.

A hole that will

Hit us in our gullets and

Our gullets will

bend us and

Our unbendables.

Our unbendables, Bill!



I Know You Fucking Told Me So


Life has a boot.

A great, big boot.

And life will walk right on ya.

Now, if you scoot and

Give a hoot then

The boot might loop on by ya.

But it’s still there.

Don’t you fear.

If your soul separates

Boot’ll find ya.



Your Sense Of Urgency Left Through The Porthole Called Boredom

You say you’re the boss, but you’re not.

You say you gave up but were caught.

You say you’re relaxed but are fraught with

Lies man. Lies man.

Who ya lyan to man?

Why your lies are true man.

Through man.

Think your lying through man.



Prayers Are Wasted On Mister Brown

Mister Brown ain’t down for the count.

No sir!

Mister Brown is down for the fount.

Oh ya!

He’ll take a little sip.

Maybe look around a bit…

Mister Brown will then yawn and remount.


Unmaking Mistakes

This thing bites.

This thing sucks.

Wait here to get crushed by mucks.

Mucky-mucks who just say shucks.

You boo-hoo there, take these bucks.

Learn a lesson you

Silly fucks!



Nothing Was What He Listened To And From Nowhere He Listened Well

When I look like this keep

Your pie hole closed.

Silence is what I need.

I’ll break the silence when

It’s time to be broken.

Then you heed my lead.

Talk about stuff I want to hear.

Watch my frown

Is it happy or sad?

Don’t cross the line into

Your inter-rests or

I’ll be a bored up lad.

Okay friend?




When Your Bank And Mail And Your Phone Go Missing


Someone ain’t eating out tonight.

Or driving, right?

Peed off? Quite!

Their damn doors are app-ed up tight.

Cards ona phone now outa sight.

Kinda feeling stunned and not that bright.

See, they’re no longer a person.



Poor People Watchin’ The Rich People Prey Thought “It Gotta Be Workin’ For Them”


Bow your head for a moment afore you eat that meal.

Shit’s mighty hot and the younguns squeal

If we feeds it too fast

It’ll burn yer mouth

Then you soon forget what

Eatin’s about.


When You Blindly Reach Around Gonna Grab The Sparkplug

Oh, you’re gonna get a shock!

A shock that stops all talk.

And hold it long enough, your clock.

Blindfolded, why you walk

That unnecessary plank?


Sublimate Yourself By Choice Only

That dude makes you sick.

That dude is a prick.

Why you gonna stick

When that dude makes you sick?


When The Knives In Your Back Get Too Heavy


Your hand went over your heart during anthems.

You marched everywhere you went.

Our rules twisted with twisty beer caps.

Your rules would not be bent.

You toed the straight line, the tough and the narrow.

Corruption splashed over you but you didn’t care oh,

You saw it and nod to it, you stepped away.

But tell me man, honestly, how did that pay?

Did they berate you, dismiss you and hang you to dry?

Did those bastards way-lay you and spit in your eye?

Did they promise the right thing then secretly lie?

So now you, you soldier.

You citizen, you.

Now that they’ve used you

What will your heart hand do?



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