Beware the Wooky Wabble
In the Torple Tapple Tree
He vexonted Carroll Lewis
And he almost blurbled me
Beware the Wooky Wabble
Deceptive in its art
He looks just like a nuknak
But he’s wipple wapple smart
Beware the Wooky Wabble
With his chriomatic forge
He swings a brutesome blade
Lacerating Gordon George
Beware the Wooky Wabble
He sporpled Miss D.H.
She keeps on writing books
But they’re only one page
Beware the Wooky Wabble
He bedeviled Milton John
He behemothed Shelley Percy
Till the raspity of dawn
by Richard W. Bray
Public Relations
Give yourself a prize
Dancing like scarecrow
Who believes its own lies
Public Relations
The opposite of health
You’re not into truth
You’re into yourself
Public Relations
The perfect façade
A rumor of existence
A mountain of sod
Public Relations
Who would suspect?
You gotta be real
If you wanna connect
by Richard W. Bray
Shooting star across the sky
Oh my God, we’re gonna die
I never want to walk around
There’s a chance I might fall down
Live a life of melodrama
Stay inside and call your mama
If that girl won’t go out with me
I’ll live a life of misery
If I’m not getting perfects marks
I’ll be sleeping in the park
When every hill’s a mountaintop
The agony will never stop
I got a pain inside my head
Pretty soon I will be dead
Every surface must be scoured
I boil my food for several hours
Breathe and think and slow your hurry
You don’t need to feed your worry
by Richard W. Bray
A look, a snub, a slander
Says you’re not enough
A heap of indignation
A morsel of love
Silent disappointment
A rolling of the eyes
To never miss a moment
To cut you down to size
The sadness of a soul
Who gives to take away
A sigh that’s filled with scorn
A heart made out of clay
by Richard W. Bray
Every inch of you is perfect
—Meghan Trainor and Kevin Kadish
Your naughty naughty body
And your dirty dirty mind
Got my head aspinning
And I think I’m going blind
So kinetic and so crazy
How you keep a body warm
Cover me and praise me
And shelter me with storm
Your naughty naughty body
And your dirty dirty mind
Absolute perfection
From your head to your behind
So kinetic and so crazy
How you keep a body warm
Cover me and praise me
And shelter me with storm
Your naughty naughty body
And your dirty dirty mind
You’re a sinner — you’re a saint
You’re one of a kind
So kinetic and so crazy
How you keep a body warm
Cover me and praise me
And shelter me with storm
By Richard W. Bray
It’s pretty easy to tell when someone is lying to themself.* But you can never know another person’s truth. And discovering your own truth is an enormous task.
The truth that looks you in the eye
“No reason why this has to hurt”
Tell yourself another lie
Compare yourself to other guys
“My loser friends are so inert”
The truth that looks you in the eye
Bewildered every time you cry
“I’m self-aware – I’m so alert”
Tell yourself another lie
Jump off a bridge – expect to fly
“Only fools return to dirt?”
The truth that looks you in the eye
Deception is your alibi
“I’m guiltless, honest and overt”
Tell yourself another lie
Dismiss your actions with a sigh
“I never aimed to disconcert”
The truth that looks you in the eye
Tell yourself another lie
by Richard W. Bray
*For example, when someone says I don’t care, it usually means they care a lot.
everything that's right
i discovered long ago
i don't have to listen
cuz i already know
don't need any facts
to show me what's true
my feelings are my guide
i live my point of view
i don't have any need
for folks who disagree
they're just a bunch of haters
but they'll never hurt me
i need to stay pure
in a very safe space
that's the only cure
for the human race
a man-hating woman
and a woman-hating man
raised a couple kids
in a pool of quicksand
daughter got away
and overcome the sad
angry little mama's boy
blames everything on dad
a man-hating woman
and a woman-hating man
smells and yells and warning bells
forty years of rage
and they never even knew
they built their own cage
by Richard W. Bray
Hypocrisy
There’s nothing true
In things that people
Say and do…
wasting all your time
until you’re dead
living other people’s lives
inside your head
you might try
and live your own
instead
What a clown
That stupid guy
His perfect life
Is such a lie…
wasting all your time
until you’re dead
living other people’s lives
inside your head
you might try
and live your own
instead
by Richard W. Bray
Parting is all we know of heaven,
And all we need of hell.
—Emily Dickinson
I heard a funny story
I saw a good film
So many things I wanna tell you
Things to make you smile
So many things I wanna tell you
Every single day
So many things I wanna tell you
But you went away
I had a bad day
I wanted to cry
So many things I wanna tell you
To help me get by
So many things I wanna tell you
Every single day
So many things I wanna tell you
But you went away
I pulled myself together
Dug out of my ditch
So many things I wanna tell you
Life is such a bitch
So many things I wanna tell youEvery single day
So many things I wanna tell you
But you went away
Everything that happened
Was better with you
So many things I wanna tell you
But there’s nothing I can do
So many things I wanna tell you
Every single day
So many things I wanna tell you
But you went awayby Richard W. Bray
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