you vacuumed out your soul
now you’re trying make it whole
can’t hide the empty in your eyes
when lips are spewing lies
you deny the things you do
is there anything that’s true?
can’t fix the clutter in your head
can’t fix the people who are dead
pocket your profits — don’t keep score
selling drugs and guns and war
by Richard W. Bray
Abuse and sting and mock and shame
Afflicting torment like a game
Find a person you can break
And feed the universal ache
Careless quips and mutilations
Stabs and wounds and lacerations
Snubs and swipes and small offenses
Brutal taunts that stun the senses
Tell yourself that you are brave
Or moan you’re just a cosmic slave
Who only does what others do
Attacking all who damage you
Maybe that’s just what we are
Scorpions inside a jar
Or maybe you use poison darts
To build a cage around your heart
by Richard W. Bray
Climbed the tallest mountain
Saw a guru sitting there
I asked him what it meant
And he vanished in the air
Live the love
Live the fail
Live the moment
And savor every inhale
Just when I ‘areckoned
I had it figured out
Life knocked me on my ass
And it turned me inside out
Live the love
Live the fail
Live the moment
And savor every inhale
I read bunch of books
And I seen a few things
Please don’t ever ask me
To explain anything
Live the laughter
Live the fail
Live the moment
And savor every inhale
by Richard W. Bray
Tippy tappy too
The sky is bright and blue
Dippy dappy do
I met a girl like you
Sometimes I’m a fool
Being mean to you
Words cannot not reveal
How bad it makes me feel
Your heart is like a pearl
In a crazy crazy world
Your love is like a shell
Protecting me from hell
Hippy happy hey
Another lovely day
Dippy dappy day
Don’t ever go away
by Richard W. Bray
Your wife came in and found you
In your king-sized bed
With her sister and her cousin
And this is what you said:
“This isn’t what it looks like
But it’s easy to explain
Your cousin spilled some grape juice
And the bed was getting stained
“So your sister came right over
With a bottle of detergent
We all started scrubbing
It was getting pretty urgent…”
She said:
It’s time to stop your digging
You can put the shovel down
Now y’all get to stepping
Before I put my rifle down
Politician told the people
He had our back for the duration
Then the fat cats filled his wallet
While he bankrupted the nation
“This isn’t what it looks like
But it’s easy to explain
I need a billion dollars
To finance my campaign
“You gotta believe me
Hear my words and read my lips
I would never take a bribe
But I do accept tips…”
When the voters gonna say?
It’s time to stop your digging
You can put the shovel down
You’re slick but we ain’t stupid
Time to get out of town
by Richard W. Bray
My situation is kinda dire
Got rusty rims and baldy tires
Chewing gum and chicken wire
Keeping all my shit together
My well is dry, my luck is dryer
My crops are dead, my barn caught fire
I’m half foreclosed without a buyer
I ain’t dead but I’ve been better
Ain’t got much left
I’m still a man
I’m doing
Everything I can
My baby took a bus one day
And said she’d be back right away
She sent a letter yesterday
Saying where to send her stuff
I ain’t the type to kneel and pray
You’ll never hear me bitch and bray
But Lord them skies are awful gray
And things are looking tough
Ain’t got much left
I’m still a man
I’m doing
Everything I can
Richard W. Bray
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