If You Have A Future, Sell It.

A credit card is an old, armed guard.

Knocking on your door in the rain.

Brother, he’s back again!

See if he can stand the pain!

Of ignorance, we’ll ignore the man.

And if we can…

We’ll only hit the uniform.

To Say Two Smart Things In A Conversation, Buddy, You ask Too Much!

Jesus Christ talked a mile a minute.

Like ideas were time with him not in it.

We thought – Jesus, he’s on something…

Saying it over and over again.

Like maybe he’s all in.

Jesus talks through his grin.

Jesus knows who all sin.

Oh ya, Jesus knows who sin.

Fucked In The Land Of The Fucked, Isn’t Quite As Fucked.

You thought you were

But here you are…

Barely even fucked.

You, on self destruct.

You, who piss away luck.

You’re back on track

Cause you don’t lack

The brass where brass nuts come from.

Get one keep one from undone.

Put an end to no one.

Tell you more shit.

Be done with it.

Stand up on not fucked legs now.

The Last White Tea

Color doesn’t matter.

It’s a measurement they’re after.

When you compare this with that there.

You’ll notice there’s no matter.

Ain’t no matter.

God Shits

Heaven eats babies.

Kids get rabies

Ain’t no mabies.

It’s real.

Sleep on the sidewalk

Walkers will shit talk

They say it’s their block

Ain’t no sleepin’ here.

Here you be queer

If you adhere

To earthtime.

Get Your Own Country Before They’re All Gone!

Buddy pissed where he wanted.

Just a little piss, he didn’t flaunt it.

Wasn’t pissing on the neighbors.

Not pissing on… (doing favors).

Only non pissing on behaviors.

Acting like we’re the saviors.

When we can barely wait until later.

When they come knock at the gate, sir.

And we straight hand ’em our papers.

Then they match fast with our gate there.

See? Hello, new sit a zen!

He Was A White Corpuscule In A Bro Stream

Out of the night that covers me
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance,
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.

Thank you William Ernest Henley

Car Parts Matter

Copperhead Road was crawling with snakes.

The last man standing was the guy who takes

Stuff from the pockets of bodies.

Buy him a couple of toddies.

One for the beggar man.

One for the thief.

One for the bastard who could not keep

His hands to himself.

Now they don’t work.

Coulda still been pullin’ something

Wasn’t such a jerk.

Now he gonna lurk.

Here in the shadows.

Where only he goes.

Guy who owns the hole damn circus.

Back When We Had Best Friends

We fought like hell but knew damn well

We had each other’s back.

It might be scratched from a

Yes lost match but

We had each other’s back.

It wasn’t blood lines

We all shared tough times.

You’re not alone unkinds

We suffered one and all.

And ya, that suffering.

Tho hurtful, did bring

The best out in us all.

And suffering we recalled.

A simple, kinder time

Where we could unwind

And all ways did find

The better in us all.

Yer Many Pressure Switches

Switch throwers.

Switch hitters.

Angry people that will not switch.

Oh, those bitches that bitch and bitch.

Make you want to wrangle them and

Hear them twitch.

They are the pressure, they throw the switch.

Crying ’til society

Scratch their itch.

Bigfoot Budday

I feel your thinking

I have been drinking

The thinking koolaid

The thinking you laid

Like a sidewalk there.

Said you think sideways

Said there are no days

Said there are all ways

But up and down.

You’ll come around.

Once you have found.

That’s what it is.

They Mined The Mindless

Let’s say you are not too smart.

And you cart

Quite apart

Critical thinking in a hand basket.

Not a necessary task yet

So desperately needed.

Intelligence unheeded.

It’s a black parade.

And we should have stayed

At home to watch the clothes dry.

Luck Favors The Repaired Man

You may think it’s all okay.

You don’t need help so stay away.

You might fall down but not today.

So helpers, check yourself.

Cause you don’t need no help.

You do just fine and you don’t whine

Cause you gotta tow that heavy line

And walk it like you can.

Wanna be an also ran?

You didn’t think so

Now, there you go.

Saying you can when you can’t.


Oh, you put on quite a show.

You don’t know that we all know.

We hear how you say “I go”

But you don’t go, you’re just talking.

And when you talk you’re mostly walking

That very fine line ‘tween yours and mine

But you, you want mine too.

About Face

Hey, that name?


And that home?


And that truth?


And you seem…


You don’t dream?


But you scheme…


Do you breathe?


Oh, now I see…

(i am unseeable)


You do everything yourself.

You don’t need nobody.

We don’t visit and you’re alone.

Your son is bad and god he

Ignores your pleas for pain relief

The whiskey doesn’t touch it.

And it sure ain’t a crutch it

Is a pain relief.

A strain relief.

But it can’t keep

A lid on it.

Cops And Dodgers

Old Frank Knox was a cop.

An old cop who knocked off blocks.

Frank didn’t spare the rod.

And everywhere he trod

Tho’ now it seems quite odd,

If Frank gave you a nod

You nodded back.

There was no lack of self respect.

You got all that and heck…

Old Frank would kinda hug you.

Tho’ his hugs, he kinda mugged you.

You didn’t fuck around

In yours and Frank’s home town

Cause he’d know it was you

Like when his window blew

In a million pieces and

Old Frank, he says

You’re cleaning that up!

And I know it’s tough

But you’re weeding my garden for a month.

Life Ain’t Big

A spark.

A flash.

A cymbal smash.

A slug that turns your lights off.

That shot that knocks your block off.

You were just so slightly here.

When Mama Turns

I love you, you bastard!

You’re a tough guy to love!

You lie and you cheat and you think you’re above

Judgement or criticism or just common sense.

And you bend with the liquor cloaked thick in defense.

There’s a monster inside you.

With claws made of guilt

Rips relationships holy

And all that you’ve built

Comes tumbling down in flashes of anger

The survivors run out for the good hats don’t hang here.

And you cry and you bluster

But you cannot muster

An apology

Cause all of thee

Sails the bad ship dementia.

How To Win The Lottery Without A Ticket

Mister Ponzi was a nice man.

Carry your momma’s bags.

And if she bitch ’bout bein’ ripped off?

Bitch is just one a dem hags.

Mister don’t care.

Mister, he square.

And he got de tabs to prove it!

Doan belead me? Den screw it!

He goan show he can do it!

You goan see you done blew it!

You be undone.

Cat gotcha tongue.

Now, it’s no fun.

You plain crazy in da midow.

Dawgs Without Attention Equals Tension

Jesus you rip shit up.

You toss it around.

You bastard up the whole fair ground.

And shit wherever you like.

But the shit you like ain’t right.

Falling forward.

But falling, still.

Do what you want.

Do what you will.

But buddy stay off dat pony.

God Save The Angry

SNAP! Went the lady.

Who weren’t no lady at all.

That bitch would scratch your eyes out.

Kick your feet out as you fall.

Then she’d yell at you.

Call you out.

Bitch would cry and holler and shout.

Complaints would gouge like hidden knives.

Guilt icing chocolate cake.

Pile on pity til the horse grunts.

Fillin’ up Hot Tears Lake.

Late night long texts.

Spittin them regrets.

Sounds like all bets

Are off.

My Friend I Need Burned Me Sof Ucking Bad

Holy shit!

When will I learn?!

That the very reason you exist

Is to nuture and to burn me?

To throat lean hard’n learn me?

To paper my walls.

Praise up cat calls.

Blindness befalls

The many worshippers of you.

You’re gonna burn them.

Jesus Was Adopted

Buddy loved meth.

All he could get.

Get it in ‘im.

Get him in it.

S’all the same

In this minute.

Round and round on the inside.

Lookit him spin on the out.

It really don’t matter.

Stare right at ‘er.

Eyes burning into the sun.

Recognize the glue she’s undone.

Now you know why there’s no fun.

And possibly the reason you run.

Right into danger.

Left you’re no stranger.

Sir, you’re all smoke and no traction.

Oh Mife Uck Did I Stop Myself

He was going to come unglued.

A state they were accustomed too.

Because Buddy did.

Like a little kid.

Sniffled and whined.

Toked and dined.

On the People’s dime.

Sorry, little fuck.

Your jig is up anda

Takes great luck

Which you don’t have.

Lova bitter salve.

Gimme tasta half…

Don’t believe in karma?

That is gonna harm ya.

In ways you cannot fathom.

The Unbelievable Life

You got Nixon, Dick.

On your back.

Got a whole facade.

Full of cracks.

Got a nod from the top.

We don’t talk.

Bout that crock.

Makin’ shit up.

Fuckin’, and rough.

Puttin’ on a bull mask.

Better you don’t ask

Or ol’ Dick Nixon gonna get you.

The Nose Have It

She stuck it in.

Pulled it out.

Nostrils with a pile of clout.

Furious blows without a doubt.

She won’t need a hanky.

She sees hanky panky.

All around and she does hound

All who would not thank thee.

No hesitation to spank thee.

Maybe house arrest.

Maybe try her best

To curb your appeal.

Deaf to your squeal.

Say, is this real?

Through a mask they scold

Buddy, you’ve been told.

Cover up or wrath be with you.

Life Lived Forward. Lessons Learned Backwards.

History happens.

Then we look at it.

Shit happens.

Then we smell it.

You get burned.

Then you feel it.

If you’re stuck in the happening.

You will continue crapping in

The same damn place you eat.

Four By Four Missing

No nail. No hammer. No toolbelt too.

No saw. No sawhorse. No carpenter too.

No wire. No fuse. No soldering too.

No music. No lightshow. No happiness boo!

No courage. No strength. No fortitude you.

No matter. No worry. We know what to do…

No crying. No swearing. No struggling you.

You sit down.

You lay down.

You stand down.

You do.

When You Whip Your Head Around, The Sound It Makes.

Oh happy day at the circus!

Got clowns and clowns and clowns.

Take you for some scary rides.

Giggle if you sick.

Frightened you maybe too many times

Come to think of it.

They could give a shit.

Feed them drama.

Give ’em all they want.

They take it until you’re gaunt

You’re a bystander to their grand show

And though you should, you kinda know

Shit’s real head turner and

Your neck says Whoa!