Hear it in the playground
Skip and jump and run
Absorb the glowing passion
Inside brilliant beams of sun
Hear it in the ocean
Smell it on the dew
Open up your pores
Every day is new
Hear it in the birdsong
Feel it in the rain
Don’t shut off the universe
To filter out the pain
By Richard W. Bray
I remember the times
When you sat on my lap
You shared your domain name
And showed me your sitemap
I had a good PageRank
The world was my stage
I was the solitary server
On your landing page
We were so optimized
And you threw it away
De-indexing my love
On a Whiteboard Friday
We had canonical love
It just isn’t right
For anyone else
To be crawling your site
I’m losing my mind
And I’m right on the brink
Why you gotta treat me
Like a no-follow link?
Follow the breadcrumbs
Back to my perch
You know where to find me
In an organic search
By Richard W. Bray
Your life is full of pain
Things you can’t explain
You find someone to blame
So every problem is the same
You’re a little bit neurotic
And your ego’s really weak
You’re a scared little lamb
And a fixating geek
Thinking hurts your head
Everything turns red
You focus your frustration
On a person or a nation
You’re a little bit neurotic
And your ego’s really weak
You’re a scared little lamb
And a fixating geek
Will quiet desperation
Explode in devastation?
Will you drive yourself insane
Hiding from the pain?
You’re a little bit neurotic
And your ego’s really weak
You’re a scared little lamb
And a fixating geek
by Richard W. Bray
I could be a little bitch
But I’d rather be a man
Ain’t gonna let no woman
Tell me who I am
Don’t know hang dang dibble
And I don’t really care
How she’s looking tonight
Or the way she cuts her hair
I’m gonna have another beer
I’m gonna play it where it lays
Till it all disappears
In a honey-colored haze
Don’t know hang dang dibble
And I don’t really care
If she found another lover
To take her everywhere
Don’t matter that she loved me
Like nobody ever did
Won’t get hung up on a feeling
Like a stupid little kid
Don’t know hang dang dibble
And I don’t really care
Living in the past
Won’t never get you anywhere
By Richard W. Bray
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