On The Tracks Of A Train Called “You R Fucked”

It was hard, so hard…

And it was all uphill.

Never any grub to eat

They just brought the bill.

Complain? What’s that?

And how you go about it?

Quietly, or is it shouted?

And wouldn’t we surely be outed?

As them who cannot stand alone?

Will not make it on our own?

Won’t they throw a dawg a bone?

No. They won’t.

Cause these folks don’t

Don’t believe in sharing.

To them, that would be daring

Happenstance to strike them down.

Put them on their knees.

Then they would be as big as you.

They might be forced to please

A master now beyond themselves.

Then they, like you, would think, oh well…

That’s just the way the cookie crumbles

Life’s a trip so full of stumbles

Fall now with your hands out.

Save yourself.

Don’t ask for help.

Time to tighten up your belt.

Hoist those bootstraps!

Give ’em hell!

Now, you might just make it.

Buddy’s Oh Kay

He’s got a little gig.

A gig on the side.

One inch deep and two miles wide.

Long as the nosies

And him don’t collide.

They stay where nosies stay

Dude stays where he is.

Appendage stuck where it ought not

Their loss is their biz.

That shit doesn’t fiz

The gig master.

Everyone Is Monkey In The Middle

His phone went blank.

The keys to his bank

They all said thanks,

But no thanks.

You’re not who you were.

There’s no number there.

Which corresponds with you

And if that is true.

What can you do?

You’re just a number.

Name Your Name

This little bastard loved himself.

Loved himself!

Loved himself!

Act like a giant and an elf.

He felt swell.

Happy as hell!

That little bastard, he did well.

He could sell.

He knew himself and he knew damn well.

He was a good guy.

Won on his first try.

Winner call ‘im, no lie.

Buddy was riding that train.

Making that ride, tickets inside,

Riders want to ride again!

Buddy, he has to refrain,

From shouting out loud


We can make us King for a day!

All Plans Are Made Of Shit

Something stinks about a calendar.

Like the numbers don’t add up.

The days don’t rhyme

The months don’t match

People have had enough.

We oughta go back

To writing on sand.

That’s where our plans work out.

And if they don’t

Nobody knows.

Nothing to scream or shout.

Just takin’ each day as each day comes.

No one needs to lose their cool.

Them who are angry bout this or that

Let ’em spout like that fool.

The fool who believes

That shit works out

It does, but thanks to no plan.

Cause when it works out

Just as imagined

Only one guy got a plan.

Think Of Me Little, Not Little Me.

Where Earth bleeds, man’s needs

Are met with great abundance.

Do the fun dance!

Maybe Sun dance.

See you now prance

Like you know somethin’

Or you bin humpin’

Rocks all day

Just to say

See that pile?

My oh my oh!

I moved that to day!

I piled rocks, okay?!

No one gonna sway

How I feel

About this deal.

Let them squeal

On the in-side

I decide

My contenders.

The Fourty Year Head Shot

Kenedy, they killed in a damn parade.

Splattered Jack’s brain with a Don’t! so engraved.

Everyone knew that no one was afraid.

They will knock your block off.

Flight 800 with rockets!

FBI no talk offs.

Shit will hit no fan.

You will burn not tan.

Honesty has no policy.

It will not be paid.

Honesty as a policy?

Po-little-co to grave.

You want a headstone?

Shot at the big throne?

You gotta suck some cock!

Buddy, this ain’t no walk

On your kinda cake.

The path you take

Goes a way, way, waay… ’round here.

Heyzeus Save Me!

You can’t swim.

Why you a swimmer?

Why you let simmer

A life that is dimmer

than a light house.

Where bouts

You living?

Got Fam?

Buddy knew he had no friends

Who made amends

Who now pretends

That they have friends aplenty.

Who seldom get so cunty.

Say, you’re a twit.

And, to think of it

You might qualify for re-tard.

Cause, you’re yard…

Don’t go to your house.

When You Wish Upon A Swish

You own you and

To stay true

You be you…

Plus kaizen every day.

Not What You Ordered

Spaggetti in a pizza pan.

French fries on the barbie.

Had they gone too far he,

Mused out loud and heard him, too

Was others like him, they’d been through

This storm coming. No umbrellas.

That’s because of

That shit bends in a hurricane.

Bit insane.

And temperature bends to reason.

The War On Screens And Dial Tones

He was screwed, you might say

And yes, just today

He was hooped way more than was normal.

There were hints though they seemed so informal.

Nobody said we will all wind up dead.

They were safe in their heads

Without any dread

So what lay ahead

Had no bearing.

They were wearing

Their hearts on their sleeves

Still, no sign of reprieve

From the thunder of wonder

Where did we come from?

What has been undone?

And why can’t we see to tomorrow?

Life Sucks On Suckers

Who does well?

The rich!

Who thinks life’s a bitch?

You twitch.

You twitch because you know

That life is gonna flow

Like a bed and you’re the river.

So giddy-up and give ‘er!

Paddle like a crazy man

Up your creek of shit.

Turn up your nose at malodor

That smell that doesn’t fit

With Made In Heaven

Shit you’re living

Sense has left your town.

Now you drift around.

Never you depth sound.

Deep six and you’re mark twain.

The Lord Can’t Help

There’s a line you must not cross.

Avoid at any cost

Crossing that line, thinking I’ll be fine.

You won’t, and you’ll be lost.

That wolf right there.

Smiling in that chair.

I say don’t dare

Run with him.

He’s a sinner, boy

And he takes great joy

Hearing little girl screams

When the screaming seems

To be streaming from a big boy’s mouth.

How’s that sound come out?

That wolf, he is so curious.

Your Best Parasites

They’re not going to kill you.

Not gonna drink your blood.

Gonna tickle you with kindness.

Hit you with a flood

Of shit so good, you’ll shit your pants.

That’s when they send the shit eaters.

And You can’t do that! neithers.

They’ll stop you in your tracks boy.

They’ll say them tracks ain’t yours.

Read to you from The Riot Act

Get you on all fours.

Then the cud suckers will kick your ass.

They don’t take no names.

Sucker punch your liver spots.

Suckers playing games.

They just suck, boy.

Boy, they suck an you know what?

They can’t didge or dodge.

Up only, because

Shit only flows downhill, boy.

If That’s The Way

You’re an ogre man.

An also-ran.

Got no tan,


Rinos have tough skin.

Yours is so thin.

Babies can see right through you.

Habitual Insanity

Their driveway didn’t go to their house.

They were a few bricks short of a load.

Their lights were on but no one was home.

They strolled in the middle of the road.

Stupid was as stupid did.

There were no sharp tools in the drawer.

No matter what intelligence did

The level of smarts sank lower.

They rejoiced their strain and

The goddamn rain

Fell on their parade.

And when they smiled


They did so through their pain.

This Body

I breathe

It breathes.

I wheeze

It wheezes.

Like this thing was me.

Following me.

Mimicking me.

Acting like me.

Impostor me.

I am not me.

I’m who I wanna be.

The Damn Thing Broke When I Was

No! Goddammit! Not today!

Yelled at the spirits that awful day.

Yes, they stayed because of their payday.

And chickens coming home to roost…

A wee sip of booster juice.

Then remember how so square

Your plan is to reason.

There isn’t a season

On killing your hunger

To slide those asunder.

You smile and escort them, oh well.

If You Might Be Found Guilty, Start A Fire.

Wrong as shit and tired of it,

The bad folks needed distraction.

And fast, they needed tough action.

The blaming starts, they must act then.

BOOM! Goes their canon.

Hey?! What just happened?

Line up the fattened

For slaughter.

They oughta

Slip on the blindfolds.

Lord knows what beholds

Violence, compliance

And murderous intent.

Like all are hellbent

On destruction.

Who Wins Wars?

Bullets cost money and

Bullets cost lives and

Pull that trigger and

Someone thrives

And they care not

Who shoots or who dies.

War must be, no wonder whys.

Mamas send their babies

Trading lives for lies.

Lying that they die so proud.

Singing anthems with the crowd.

Crying then is not allowed.

You bite back your pain.

Nothing to be gained.

By saying war is hell.

Who’s Afraid Of The Big Bad Doof?

Untouched, they missed the Flynn Effect.

Headed downhill, going like heck.

If they don’t slow down, they will surely wreck.

Not one of them gives a shit doh…

They know not what they know doh.

And none shall dare

To ask just where

They’re headed, they just go.

And fast, there is no slow.

Life sucks but they just blow

Right through the stop signs

Warnings? No time!

Out the way!

They cannot play…

They got shit to do!

Kicking The Shit Outa Boris Badenov

Dude was a pansy.

Skin so soft with hands he

Would not use for work.

Oh no, that shit he’d shirk.

A well dressed man

With a smart dresser tan

And a wife who’s a fan

Of monay.

And today

It’s spies on a mission

So don’t you be dissin

Good dressers who be kissin

Every damn mirror they see.

Plasmastic Dreams

Oh man, you said some shit.

You said some shit last night.

Some of it was right.

Some was outa sight.

Some was not so bright.

Some was kinda trite.

Me? I didn’t bite.

I stayed outa sight.

Listened to my wife.

I want you home tonight.

She don’t need the fright.

I came home alright.

Maybe out of spite.

But I came home.

The Warts Of Worry

Things have a way of working out.

Said the blind man to the tramp.

Ain’t all crippled or gibbled up.

Life’s a pain but just a cramp.

You can walk it out.

You can talk it out.

Life will listen to your fear.

Life will paint that fear

In a scene so dear

It will find you here

Life will dissappear

And leave you hanging.

Reality Is A One Horse Town

So you think you know

How the big life goes

But you haven’t stuck your toe in the water?

Maybe you knew but forgotten.

Shit outside smells rotten

Compared to your dreams

Nice, it now seems

Is nowhere in the mix.

It’s nothing you can fix.

Take a deep sleep breath

And take a wild, wild guess

Who will still be wrong tomorrow.

Good Fear Bad Fear

You say no you cannot do it.

Strapped in fear shoes they fit.

They will run you straight into heaven.

And straight to hell if you allow them.

But run you must just

Don’t do ragged.

Purveyor of dread.

Take a step back from the edge, boy.


They found a wood tick

On a planet ya

And the damn tick

She had kids.

And them damn kids, they had kids.

The planet shook

And all ticks took

The shaking to mean making

Plans to reduce the shaking.

Altering maps they made.

And beliefs so grave

They suck the life inside from all them.

Welp, We Did It!

Pa sometimes thought

He’s a fuckup.

Pa was talking bout me

But pops didn’t see

That me set free

Can do some shit.

I can win a bit.

When luck sees fit.

A prepared man

Who knows he can

Read reality

Knows for sure that he

Creates with his mind.

God’s hands shaping time.

Then purpose unwinds.

Dissolving the binds

That often inclines

Do gooders by whines

To toss in the towel

While they holler foul

Like reality harbors intention.

When Worry River Rises

They were right down there in the water.

Bright clothed like they oughta

Want to be rescued

But no, it’s fuck you.

You old fuck know nothing.