Pick your diamond pick your pearl there is beauty in the world
—Macy Gray, et al.
You’ll never see a sunset
Hanging on the wall
You can’t buy any moonlight
At your local mall
You can find a billion
Emeralds and pearls
In the overwhelming joy
Of a bunch of boys and girls
I could dig up every gemstone
From Paris to the Nile
I’ll never know a treasure
Greater than your smile
by Richard W. Bray
The Russians broke in
When I was outta town
Drank all my whiskey
And burned the place down
The Russians ate my homework
And Putin hacked my phone
My girlfriend saw his dick pic
And now I’m all alone
My manager’s a Russian
He’s an undercover Tsar
Always hacking at my server
And eating caviar
Down in every basement
Under every bed
There’s a sneaky Russian agent
They know everything you said
Call the Justice League
And summon Chuck Norris
Cuz we’re under assault
From Natasha and Boris
by Richard W. Bray
Your foreman is an asshole
He treats you like a rat
You take your anger home
And blame it on your cat
Feelings aren’t smart
They’re not even sane
Like a ping pong ball
Bouncing in your brain
Voice inside you saying
Your folks are always right
So you must’ve deserved it
When they beat you every night
Thoughts get jumbled
And feelings tangle up
Like a mess of rusty razors
Tearing at your gut
by Richard W. Bray
Lower taxes for the wealthy
And the never-ending war
Can’t afford to fix the bridges
Never talk about the poor
Those fancy noble pundits
Talking on tv
All worried ‘bout decorum
Blah blah blah civility
It’s fully copacetic
Dropping 20 thousand bombs
If you do it with a smile
And you’re good at looking calm
Crooks and politicians
Keep on getting paid
Plundering our country
And calling it free trade
by Richard W. Bray
They storm the Earth and stun the Air,
A Mob of solid Bliss –
—Emily Dickinson
Stir some dust
And make some noise
A mob of happy
Girls and boys
Romp and stomp
And kick your heels
Listen how
Your body feels
Play and laugh
And squeal and shout
Bounce your feelings
All about
by Richard W. Bray
Digesting people’s problems
Now you’re such a nervous wreck
It’s a powerful distraction
Like a weight around your neck
Let it go
Or let it kill you
Live your life or play a role
You can let their drama fill you
But it leaves a giant hole
Some secrets are so scary
You even keep them from yourself
And drive them underneath
Until they devastate your health
Let it out
Or let it kill you
Sunken Secrets take a toll
Don’t submerge yourself until you
Rot the bosom of your soul
by Richard W. Bray
When you see somebody happy
Does it leave you feeling blue?
Do you wish for some affliction
To take them down a notch or two?
When you see somebody happy
Do you wonder if they’re true?
Like nobody should be happy
Who ain’t good enough for you
When you see somebody happy
Does it make you happy, too?
Do you get a little mad
They’re not miserable like you?
by Richard W. Bray
Funny how fallin’ feels like flyin’
for a little while
—Stephen Bruton and Gary Nicholson
didn’t know I was asleep
till I woke up in this cell
with my dirty draggled brain
and a brand-new coat of smell
had a special girl who loved me
she tried to get me well
I had happiness and comfort
till I blew it all to hell
I took a couple drinks
didn’t have a care
then I stepped right off a cliff
and tried to dance on air
the bottle is my sweetheart
we’re such a lovely pair
but she don’t love me when I wake up
with vomit in my hair
didn’t know I was asleep
till I woke up in this cell
with my dirty draggled brain
and a brand-new coat of smell
by Richard W. Bray
I took your daddy’s truck
I called your mom a ho
Stole your brother’s piggy bank
And spent it all on blow
Your heart was sincere
Your love was good and true
There ain’t no fixin’
What I done to you
I pawned all your jewelry
When you took a nap
Did your cousin and your sister
And gave ’em both the clap
Your heart was sincere
Your love was good and true
There ain’t no fixin’
What I done to you
All my rowdy friends
Ransacked your home
I binged for a week
So you could clean it up alone
Someday I’ll meet another
Who loves me good and true
I hope that I can love her
Like I should’ve loved you
by Richard W. Bray
YOU’RE JUST A SORE LOSER
I’VE SEEN YOUR KIND BEFORE
EVERYTHING ABOUT YOU
IS ROTTEN TO THE CORE
You don’t even know me
I’m a person, not a kind
My existence can’t be flattened
To fit inside your mind
YOU’RE JUST A COMPLAINER
LIKE A MILLION OTHER FOOLS
BUGGER OFF CHILDREN
AND LET THE GROWNUPS RULE
The Serious grownups
With your guns and bombs and jail
Rewarding one another
Every time you fail
YOU STUPID LITTLE PUNK
YOU’LL NEVER UNDERSTAND
WHY CAN’T YOU JUST BE QUIET
AND TAKE IT LIKE A MAN?
Shouting out for silence
Won’t still your noisy skull
Defining others downward
Will never make you whole
by Richard W. Bray
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