I’m me
Cuz I’m not you
And I hate everything
You do
I hate hate hate hate hate you
And I hate your stupid group
You’re a bunch of stupid losers
And you’re all full of poop
I hate everything you do
I hate everything you say
I could fix the whole world
If you just went away
I have a pair of handrails:
Anger and disgust
I don’t hate you cuz I want to
I hate you cuz I must
by Richard W. Bray
You can talk till you turn blue
You can say what he should do
So he can be someone like you
You can call in kith and kin
And have them add up all his sin
But you ain’t never gonna win
You can devise a perfect plan
So he can be a better man
But you will never understand
You can bitch; you can complain
But there’s nothing you will gain
Cuz you’re never gonna talk a person sane
by Richard W. Bray
ReadyReady for the weekend
ReadyReady for my friends
ReadyReady to get crazy
Never thought the week would end
ReadyReady for the weekend
ReadyReady for some fun
ReadyReady for some freedom
And I really miss the sun
ReadyReady for the weekend
ReadyReady to explode
ReadyReady for some contact
Gonna find someone to hold
ReadyReady for the weekend
ReadyReady for the sky
ReadyReady for the outside
Before I suffocate and die
by Richard W. Bray
She’ll be nothing like I pictured her to be
—Neil Young, Lookin’ for a Love
Didn’t expect her beauty
From her bones to her skin
Didn’t expect the galaxy
To suddenly spin
Didn’t expect her smile
With its magical power
Didn’t expect her laugh
To resonate for hours
Didn’t expect to quiver
When she looks me in the face
Didn’t expect her poise
Didn’t expect her grace
Didn’t expect her countenance
To fill me up with joy
Didn’t expect to frolic
Like a goofy little boy
Didn’t expect to ever be
This silly and this sappy
Didn’t know there was such a thing
As permanent lovehappy
by Richard W. Bray
Never felt right
Never felt whole
Till I found a bottle
To parch my dusty soul
This dingy old bar
Is my urban oasis
Seventeen cocktails
Is my homeostasis
I do death and resurrection
On a regular basis
I came up in a stupid little
One-horse town
Booze is the friend
That never let me down
This dingy old bar
Is my urban oasis
Seventeen cocktails
Is my homeostasis
I do death and resurrection
On a regular basis
I’m anxious and ornery
Till I get a drink
Won’t quit until I wake up
In a pile of stink
This dingy old bar
Is my urban oasis
Seventeen cocktails
Is my homeostasis
I do death and resurrection
On a regular basis
by Richard W. Bray
Middle aged man in his underwear playing video games and drinking beer.
Playing your Nintendo
Like a stupid little kid
Jesus won’t you tell me
What I ever did
To deserve a drunkin fool
Spending everything I earn
I shoulda stayed in school
I guess I’ll never learn
Disappoint me
Let me down
Incite my indignation
I will always
Keep you round
To focus my frustration
by Richard W. Bray
If you drink your life to crud
Till you’re crawling in the mud
And puking pints of blood
If you gamble on the ponies
Till you’re sickly and you’re bony
And your kids eat macaroni
I’m sorry for your trauma
If you’re dusting up the drama
With a dozen baby mamas
It really ain’t my gain
If your life fills up with pain
Until you think you’ll go insane
Your problems
Ain’t my issue
Though I’ll support you
And I wish you
All the best
But I won’t waste
Precious time
Fixating on your
Your sins and crimes
I’ll just stay thankful
For the ways
My life is blessed
by Richard W. Bray
I’m glad for the glade
I’m glad for the dew
I’m glad for the sunshine
I’m glad I met you
The world is lovely
The world is sad
That was the best night
I ever had
I’m glad for the mountains
I’m glad for the sky
But I won’t be happy
Until I’m you guy
by Richard W. Bray
There was no shutting them down! Whether we had anything for them to do or not, they ran all the time! And were they ever loud! Oh, God, were they ever loud.
—Kurt Vonnegut, Galapagos
People and people screaming with need
Their dreams and desires and egos to feed
Attacking my senses and making me bleed
Bloody compassion fills me inside
My fragile existence cannot abide
I’ll dig me a hole where I can hide
But even alone I can’t clear my head
Voices and voices of anguish and dread
Rattle the skull until we are dead
by Richard W. Bray
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