And Wee, Wee, Wee, Went The Little Pig. Even At Home.

Looking at the fall of Barry.

Whispered to myself.

Please don’t let me wind up here…

Two old chairs and twenty four Luckys.

Mama don’t cut yer hair.

I like it stringy.

Don’t stop smokin’ ’em Lucky Strikes.

Lucky, lucky, lucky, lucky, lucky.

And bingo, keep going, with everybody knowing,

That you dab your way to success.

So drinking and smoking and dabber stank blowing,

Yer not stalked by excess.

Thank you, friend.

Barry out.


Barry Williams

Much of what I write will be quite understandable to insane folks.

The rest will be, uh, less understandable...

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