You Ask God And God Asks You

Buddy was a beggar.

There was no doubt.

But even poor Buddy had limited clout.

But limited clout in one spot

Burn shit like a thick glass.

Better to not let this pass

That limited clout ain’t limited.

Get that shit right out your head.

Stop livin’ life by avoiding death.

Hang those fears by a knotted bless.

Fears ain’t helping this goddamm mess.

We gotta swim for shore.

Buddy didn’t hafta hear more.

He headed the right way

But the current, it says

Buddy ain’t going nowhere.

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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