Archive for September, 2019

but you’re not me

September 16, 2019


if i were you were you were you
Wanda Coleman

If I was you
I’d grow out my hair
And tuck my shirt
In my underwear

If I was you
I’d get me a tan
I’d drive a red truck
And drink like a man

If I was you
I’d get a good job
Stop dressing like a fool
And looking like a slob

Stop acting stupid
Making up your rhyme
Get outta bed early
Chew thirty-seven times

you say a lot more
than you ever really do
who ever said
that i wanna be you?

by Richard W. Bray

fake, fake smile

September 11, 2019

You’re a mean little phony
From your head to your shoes
The fake, fake smile
Of a fake like you

Your tongue is infected
Like the words you spew
The fake, fake charm
Of a fake like you

There’s a blade in the back
For everyone you knew
The fake, fake friendly
Of a fake like you

You said we were perfect
You’d always be true
The fake, fake love
Of a fake like you

Everybody learns
And now I know it too
The fake, fake heart
Of a fake like you

By Richard W. Bray

everything that’s worth a damn is gonna hurt like hell

September 7, 2019

some say the most important thing is to calmly talk about your depression. wrong. the most important thing is to throw sand in its eyes, beat it with a sock full of quarters, then toss your depression in an Arby’s dumpster
Beth, my spiritual adivsor

There ain’t no happy place
Where good times always last
You need to grab your misery
And kick its little ass

There ain’t no place to hide
There ain’t no happy pills
Don’t make up stupid stories
To wish away your ills

There ain’t no easy road
There ain’t no magic spell
Everything that’s worth a damn
Is gonna hurt like hell

Beat the blues down
When it bears its ugly head
It’s coming back tomorrow
Every day until you’re dead

By Richard W. Bray