Archive for July, 2026

Choosing Freedom Over You

July 21, 2026 


Regrets
Keeping my cheeks wet
Lost another bet
Choosing freedom over you 

They say
The Devil doesn't play
When the clouds are turning gray
He always gets his due

Someday 
When lovin comes my way 
I'll have the sense to stay
Put away my rambling shoes

Until
I finally get my fill
Of stumbling stupid up a hill
I'll build a bunker out of blue

Regrets
Paying off my debts
Trying to forget
Choosing freedom over you 

by Richard W. Bray

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Deplorable UK

July 17, 2026 


In the land of Shakespeare 
Where they once ruled the seas
They put people in jail for obnoxious ideas

They think freedom of speech 
Is an awful delusion
The vermin have no right to spread their confusion?

They won't tolerate 
Any mindless defiance
From cretins who refuse to believe in The Science

Perriwigged peacocks
Keep the people at bay
They are the very model of decline and decay
 
If you don't trust the experts
Get out of their way
They simply won't stand for a deplorable UK

by Richard W. Bray

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So many goodbyes to so many good friends

July 9, 2026 

Well here’s another goodbye to another good friend
–Jagger-Richards, Before They Make Me Run

I heard you were sober 
Then I heard you were gone 
A hardworking man
Now you're just a sad song 

You had plenty of talent
Humor and charm
Checked out of this world
With a spike in your arm

Doctor said the sclerosis 
Was taking its toll
Nothing but the bottle 
Ever made you feel whole 

You were barely 21
When you faded away
Another bloody car crash
Another crazy day

Flowers and florsheims  
Condolences to send
So many goodbyes
To so many good friends

by Richard W. Bray

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Cuckoo for the Puff

July 3, 2026 

Every day is fry day
Dazing in the haze
Chronic is her tonic
She loves her hippy ways

She’s cuckoo for the puff
That sticky stinky stuff
She’ll never get enough
She’s cuckoo for the puff

She’s never gonna cope 
Without an eighth of dope
The Nirvana she has found
Is growing in the ground

She’s cuckoo for the puff
That sticky stinky stuff
She’ll never get enough
She’s cuckoo for the puff

Blissful waves of blasting
Unplugging from it all
She’d rather hug a tree
Than take another call

She’s cuckoo for the puff
That sticky stinky stuff
She’ll never get enough
She’s cuckoo for the puff

by Richard W. Bray

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