He Said Don’t Call Me Boy Boy
Confused, he was
And not because
There was no way else to be.
He could but would not see.
There was shit afoot
And it did not look good
Like right now was hooded
In the cloak of history
Iced with mystery
Of why shit is like it is.
Maybe he got no biz.
Asking bout the master plan.
Dude’s just an also ran.
He got no say in forever.
God Save The King
Only two guys in the wheelhouse.
Driving us by the stars.
Hollering lines of longitude
And orbital direction to Mars.
What?!
Take a hike to Hollywood?
Where nobody lives for certain?
Maybe pull back that curtain?
See that viscosity
In the hostility
And how it creeps so slow?
See where it’s gonna flow?
Maybe you don’t but doh!
Get out da way boi!
Listen to joy boy!
You gonna break yo’ stride!
A Mass Formation Deserter
Shot him point blank.
His name was Frank.
Bro of old Yella Hair.
But Yella couldn’t care
Cause Yella wasn’t there
He wasn’t Yella Hair
When he weren’t there.
He was in The Nethers.
The Oh Whatevers.
Miles, a million miles
From Little Bighorn.
No, Yella’s forlorn.
See, Yella’s met his maker.
That Yella haired risk taker.
Ya, Yella meets his maker
Every day.
On With The Show, This Is IT!
Buddy woke up
Sitting in his chair.
Well, it wasn’t his chair but he was there.
There in a chair in a room so bare
That the hair
On his neck noticed too.
Nothing he could do.
Buddy strapped in for
The show to begin
And it did tho it showed only one.
One scary moo-vie.
He felt so behooved, he
Re-moo-ved his head set.
Holy cow, did he get
One hella surprise!
Gee, look at them skies!
Not falling, not falling at all!
The Unconscious Addict
Fuck, buddy was ripped.
Flipped right over to an ill equipped,
Can’t help out cause he don’t know shit.
And he don’t know he don’t know shit.
Sheeit.
Buddy had enough of it.
Gonna be a good man.
Big man.
Grand slam.
Buddy bringin’ home Dat Bacon.
Sept now the bringin’ takes achin’.
Something like home sickness.
Buddy knows he’s really in this
Shit soup on his own.
Better leave him alone.
Buddy’s got that look.
And Breath As Sweet As Meth
Jesus loves a good neighbor.
Buddy watch my wife.
Shows her that he’s watching and
How to hold a knife.
Knew it wasn’t right
But
Circumstances and want advances
He hadda go to work.
She stayed near that jerk.
So he partied with him
Beers and fire,
Drinks and a sweet hoot
Whose the wiser?
Burning bodies by the fire.
In his imagination?
Logic on vacation…?!
Buddy was trying to hook he.
Maybe sneak a little nookie.
With his wife, so kookie.
Burnin’ bodies with sweet smoke.
Torch that life with every toke.
Who remembers what it took
For the sweet to sour
And on the hour
A salt comes by to play.
The ALL-YOU-CAN-EAT Loosh Buffet
Oh, it was NICE!
Have a lip smacking slice
Piece of cake don’t think twice
Just fill your plate.
Oooh, the hate!
Pain so great!
They took the bait and
Look, they made some anger and guilt!
The sores that they built!
Sorrow heavenly high
And praise to that pie!
Brimming with Oh God Why?!
Delicious as vicious can be!
Saw Monsters Dressed Like Human
A boy ran over his grand ma-ma.
Fetched his horse an he ran her down.
A boy ran over his grand ma-ma.
He was a boy, a boy… a boy.
A son struck his father in an arr-gu-ment.
It was a family fight.
Neither man was right.
It was a son who hit his father
And tho he shouldn’t ought to
It was his son, his son… his son.
A woman loves law and order.
She trains and she loves orders.
She becomes a police
Because, here, at least
SHE can give the orders!
And follows the ones she wants to.
And maybe, if you don’t follow…
She’ll run right over you on her horse.
Maybe jab a stick to your ribs, of course,
You must qualify for her wrath.
You and your walker block her path.
And she’s a cop, she’s a cop… a cop!
Sitting Bull Was A Great Leader So The Indian Police Killed Him
The old guy weren’t no dummy.
He could see around the bend.
They pushed him hard and
They pushed him far but
The old guy could always win.
Defensive tactics.
So outsmarting.
Haters want him soon departing.
He won’t bend his knee.
Before the Little Big Horn could see.
For their future to be free.
He must outrun the white man.
Skippin fights cause he can
Run smart circles
Around those jerks who
Buffaloed Bill.
Drowning in his swill
While those good cops killed
A man-god.
S’all rat here. Don’t think it ain’t happening today.
Free Pat King!
Dude refused to wear a mask.
Vaccine? No, don’t even ask.
Straight to hell and so damn fast.
The entire world went with him.
Honking horns in the Bays of Rigs.
Uniformed cops make a wall of pigs.
Bats and horses and injured victims.
Cops advance to push and hit them.
Canadian flags and national anthem
Holding lines to then abandon
That line, this line, comes the end then.
Crowds disperse and Pat goes with them.
The bastards took Pat to jail.
Wouldn’t give Pat his bail.
His voice carried too far.
His voice raised the low bar
Pat wants freedom for all.
Pat hadda take the fall.
Don’t forget him.
Maybe bring Pat in
Your home and heart
Maybe do your part
Free Pat for our freedom!
Too Many Bites On The Feeding Hand
Yes, he said he’d help.
And he wouldn’t help just himself.
He’d help with the homeless.
Food and clothe and god bless
He’d help the rich
Even if they bitch
YOU DON’T DO ENOUGH!
YOU DON’T TRY TO BLUFF!
YOU MAKE THINGS SO TOUGH!
But, enough is enough.
He can’t do no more.
So, he heads fòr the door
And to even the score,
He exits their silly game.