Remembering Evil

That guy who hit my mom

He was my dad.

Best guy as a dad

I ever had.

Watching him at work

It made me sad.

Violence was his tool.

Shouting, he could fool

Weakness into anybody

Confused, they’d wonder if he

Was honing in on them?

This guy who was their friend?

Is this how friendship ends,

And evil starts?

When You Come Back As A Lucky Dawg

Jeepers, some folks

Get a lucky rebound.

They’re not a fly

Or a beetle that found

A little shit ball

They could roll around.

That son a bitch

Is a dog now.

Sleepin’ an shitting

Like a hog now.

Bad stuff all outside

So great they collide

Dawgs one place from human.

You Can Call Me Old Fuck

Now, Buddy wasn’t one

To have his name yelled loud.

Not in the same room

And never in a crowd.

That is not allowed.

People shouting louder…

Barry! Barry!

Then Buddy wakes up.

Guess he’s had enough


You Own Shit And Are Unhappy

Buddy hadda house

A boat, a car.

Hadda little bank account.

Wouldn’t go far.

Buddy hadda go ta work.

Punchin’ dat clock.

Hadda little pension there.

Thought it was locked

Up, like the future

Buddy didn’t have.

A clue about Tomorrow Land

Or that he’d be glad

When all his shit was gone.

When Happiness Goes

Same damn deck.

Same damn yard.

Why is happiness so damn hard?

Try to wring it out of booze.

Struggle but I often lose

My way and which was that?

Buddy ain’t no going back.

Mister Nice Guy is dead.

And The Very Thing That Kept Them Together Was The Thing That Blew Them Apart

Buddy knew she knew he knew.

But neither shall speak

Of the stairs that squeak.

Something is coming to get them.

That something is not from heaven.

It’s a imp, a gargoyle

Coming to feed them,

Geet them

Bringing them Leven.

Lucky your seven

Rolls at the dice.

Worked out nice

And it will if you look over there.

Only there…

An oops! There goes your wallet!

Satan, She Fucks With Me.

Buddy wore his hat.

Every damn day.

The hat kept him safe

Cause the hat did say

Not Today Satan

Kept her at bay

But one day the hat

That kept him okay.

Wasn’t on his head

And come what may.

Just like they say…

You gotta look a cross to see the Lord.

Buddy, he ain’t hiding in the horde.

Serve him on your deck, not overboard.

No need to fear her now saith the Lord.

Wear it for the Lord, not for the devil.

I Know You’re Busy Butt

Drive too fast and walk too slow.

You got a thousand spots to go.

Got no time, you make your flow

Other people caught in it.

You would love to spin it.

But, you don’t.

You’ve been shown a better way.

A getaway.

One that depends on you.

The Fear Of Odd

Buddy wasn’t into shaking hands.

Even tho he could, his germs had plans.

Kept him at bay, fear was a factor.

Humans at the front, Buddy use a back door.

Sneak around the badness.

Taking just a few less

Breaths without constraint.

Buddy knows it ain’t

Go ahead, breathe easy.

Free breath makes him queasy.

Killers filling up his lungs.

One clear breath and he’s undone.

C’mon death, come get him!

Take him and all his fear.

Take him to that hot, hot place.

Where Angels also fear

To tread upon the living dead.

There’s germs galore down here!

Hierarchy In Heaven

Please say no.

Say no, No, NO!

Don’t say it out loud.

Not in a crowd

Where it’s allowed

Is in you.

No is trying to win you.

To it’s side where you’ll collide

With reality.

Where you will see.

There is none, it’s one to one.

Biting Satan’s Ankles

High steppin’ in a fake heaven.

Buddy is wearing white.

Folks say he’s aight.

But no.

That mofo is a goddamn liar.

Tongue like long as a telephone wire.

Shit like his should be on fire.

But still dude sucks.

He don’t count no cards.

Ain’t seeing Jesus in no damn curds.

And Jesus, he’s not heard.

That you are an asshole.

He’ll give you pass tho

Cause you are so damn slippery.

Please Toward Lemmings Hill

Scared, he was.

Just because.

Fear was in the air, see

You got a brother,

He has another and

There beween, you meet.

One says “I am he.”

One suffers “disagree.”

Then start the big games

Games need the big aims

Not something headed to him again.

Requires No Explanation

Holy cow, you’re fucked!

Sitting in your car.

Bet you paid for.

In cash you ash.

Bet it’s made for


But where you’re from

That car’s gonna kill you.

Maybe someone at chooed.

In it, in the factory.

Maybe be a fact-ory

Why you wear that silly mask.

Why you never think to ask.

Is the sky falling?

Are they all trolling?

For you, is that a hook in your mouth?

I Am That Guy

Jesus, I don’t want to work today.

Can the shit just stay


We’ll end it

With a good, clear glance.

And, by happenstance.

If one should fall,

Then please, just call,

Someone who gives a shit.

Cock Suckers Are The Norm

Who wants a thing shoved in their ass?

Who wouldn’t vote saying I will pass?

Maybe that dude wearing fuck you mask.

That dude flunked outa school.

Buddy, that dude’s a fool.

Won’t change his fashion.

Likely to lash on

Silly motherfuckers who ask him.

Where are you from, dude?

Does that allude to

He’s from nowhere.

Don’t you ever dare.

Ask him a question.

Just one lesson.

Shit doesn’t stay just here.

We know dimensions.

That’s where our friends from.

Better look sideways.

That’s where they play.

Lateral pathway halls.

God, I Love You!

Believers, you are.

And that goes so very far,

To begin that far, far, far… away?

Trek to the motherland.

See if you really can,

Care for another.

Sister and brother.

You are, an also can,

Maybe, just maybe, then…

They do this good thing.

That thing will bring

Closure and holy, sure

Another tomorrow but,

Those with so sorry full,

Feel up the market to

We can not parkit.

Good place to lark it.

Negative feelings with

No in-between-atins

And will we all just float away?

Mister De-escalator

You have a way of screwing things up.

You are a bettor out of luck.

You wear boots filled with muck.

You are the muck that fills them…

You are the man who needs shit done.

You think you are the chosen one.

You shoot blanks from a big ass gun.

You are a joke not funny.

You seek only money.

You live in scarcity, where should he?

Grift another hundred?

See that bed?

You will have to sleep in it!

Be Aware Wolf K

They got people walking around.

Up and down town.

They are the grounds.

Grounds that these klowns.

Send through your neighborhood.

Hooded kids know you could

Pack up your shit,

So they can’t see it.

But you don’t… and

Steal blindness costs.

I Said Don’t Run Away From Me, Kid.

Fuck all, is what you knew, good sir.

You’re gonna get a star!

Hook a steel head,

Bag a big bear.

Mister, you’re walking dread.

But there, in your head.

You love a good time.

That, now is soblime.

Somebody misconstrue.

Killer Safety

Hard hatted and tied off to the yin jang.

Safety started with a big bang.

Mission Zero and similar heros,

Saving no one while countless zeros

All near misses, no en queer oos.

We kill people with our minds.

Un uttered thank yous,

No you cans…

We need help over here.

When The Past Comes Back To Hint You

Buddy! He said.

I remember you.

You were the guy whom did not screw

Me, as a customer,

So long ago.

And me? I remember, Buddy so…

Take back the past.

Haven’t you asked?

Why do I do it?

Why does it do me?

And why can’t so many doers

Wake up themselves and see.

Look where we are headed!

Cliffs are right ahead!

Run like this on the straight and narrow.

Buddy could wind up dead.

Two Dudes Doing It

One guy said to another guy.

Yo dude, you want to do it?

Ya guy said. You okay?

Bra. We, already did it!

We did?! He said. Feeling that dread.

W did, and me, I wasn’t.

When Your Mark & Mine Disappears

This footprint was

And just because

It was.

It wasn’t necessary.

In fact it was not jerry said.

It’s i saw this, and,

Truth be said.

Someone headed to heaven.

I Say I Say

Seven seconds before I write this.

Shit comes to my brain.

Thoughts don’t care, sadly enough,

If I lose or gain.

They just come…

It’s who comes in.

They want in.

Especially in ambitious.

Holy boy…They lick their joy.

God damn…it’s so delicious!

You Can Fuck Right Off

Say you’re not a spook.

Or not my friend, the gook.

You say you just want to play with me.

You say, if that’s free to be,

We should not attention me,

We must listen to you.

To know just what to do.

We must listen to you…?

I don’t think that’s true…

Please Bitch, Please!

You’ve got no right

Just out of spite

To say I am no fixer.

I work these hands ’til blister.

My friends, they call me mister.

But you misread me.

Bitch, belead me…

This shit here don’t fly.

You are not my guy.

We ain’t buds and just because

You wear a ring I gave you.

Permits you not to shoo

Shoo me from my comfort zone.

You’re at home.

You got dawgs who love you!

Me? I’m out here, who you?


Ya you…what you want?

They all flaunt

Their power over me.

I can’t be

A salesman unless they want me to be…

This One Has No Name

Death is what we call it

When someone stops being here.

And deaf is what we call it

When someone can barely hear.

But that’s not there or here.

Time will make if clear.

Not place nor race nor

Speed of pace can

Bend those graced

With love so placed

That all things are seen through it.

When You Fear You Might Fail, Then You Don’t.

Winning is HARD!

Winning is TOUGH!

But losing is hard and

Losing is rough.

Winning takes the piss outa you.

Then fills that piss back up.

Losing kicks the piss outa you.

Then kicks you in the duff.

Sand in your face and

Gritty hotdogs.

Winners? They hog

All the glory!

That’s the story…

Of losers.

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.