dont be
comin round
to bring me down
with tales you
pass around
dont need that strife
go live your life
somewhere else
you clown
it aint my job
to explain
the ways of me
to you
and I aint here
to live my life
like you want
me to
i dont care
what they say
i dont care
what you hear
so take
your talk
and your self
far away
from here
by Richard W. Bray
Downright Victimy
We all know it’s tragic
When a lover gets the boot
Sometimes it’s no biggie
Sometimes it’s acute
I’ve seen guys who got whupped
For bein’ Passion’s slave
And quite a few that drunk themselves
To an early grave
But I ain’t seen’ nuthin’
Like my buddy Billy Ray
He rewrote the Book of Crazy
When his woman run away
With his little brother
On his thirty-third birthday…
He hunts grizzlies with a penknife
He cleans his pistols with his tongue
He rassles crocodiles
He eats salads made of dung
He wears a barb wire choker
He pours gunpowder on eggs
He takes shooters of Tabasco
He drinks malt liquor by the keg
He don’t just look sick to me
The dude is downright victimy
Won’t live to see the next full moon
If he don’t get some help real soon
by Richard W. Bray
Time to Quit
I woke up this morning, wishing I was dead
With forty-seven work crews poundin’ in my head
My belly was the site of a nasty civil war
That abruptly ended when I puked right on the floor
My body is revolting and my soul is on the brink
I’d sell everything I own just to buy another drink
I gotta’ plague of reasons
Why it’s time to quit
Livin’ in a snake pit
A feller will get bit
I lost a lovin’ family, three jobs
And half my mind
Been a long, long time
Since I could say that I was fine
Yesterday I got to work at seven forty-five
Three hot cups of coffee, feeling glad to be alive
My boss looked up and yelled, “Just where the hell you been?”
“I’m fifteen minutes early. Hell, that ain’t no sin”
“Actually,” he sneered “You been AWOL for a week
Foreman’s got your severance, you stupid, smelly freak”
I gotta’ plague of reasons
Why it’s time to quit
Livin’ in a snake pit
A feller will get bit
I lost a lovin’ family, three jobs
And half my mind
Been a long, long time
Since I could say that I was fine
My doctor says my liver’s fixin’ to explode
And all my other organs look ninety-three years old
I got so many toxins stuck inside my skin
Bloated up from battles that my body cannot win
If I ain’t hit bottom, I’m dangling by a thread.
I could get some help or I could get a drink instead
I gotta’ plague of reasons
Why it’s time to quit
Livin’ in a snake pit
A feller will get bit
I lost a lovin’ family, three jobs
And half my mind
Been a long, long time
Since I could say that I was fine
by Richard W. Bray
As Long as Babies Cry
Now I was workin’ out
At my local gym
With my buddies: Paco,
Chester, Dave and Slim
That was when I noticed
And I ain’t tellin’ lies
The world’s greatest beauty
Right before my eyes
So I sauntered over
And mustered up my charm
I approached her sideways
Showin’ off my massive arm
I said, “Now hey there darlin’
Hows about you and me
Get together Friday evening
For some dinner and tv?”
As long as babies cry
You’ll never be my guy
As long as skies are blue
I’ll live life without you
And now our story ends
Please go back to your friends
Now I was never one
To give up that easy
I’m such an awesome guy
My friends call me “Cool Breezy”
And as luck would have it
Another fine young beauty
Was doin’ her thigh crunchers
So I walked up to that cutie
I said “I know your legs are tired
From runnin’ through my brain
But if I don’t get your number
I might just go insane”
As long as babies cry
You’ll never be my guy
As long as skies are blue
I’ll live life without you
And now our story ends
Please go back to your friends
by Richard W. Bray
Time to Catch a Train
Always blowin
Back and forth
I’m just a crazy weathervane
It ain’t no mystery
That I’m the one to blame
I’d love to hang around
And help to
Cool your pain
But I can’t take
Another day
It’s time to catch a train
You gave more
Than I deserve
I poured it down a drain
Good thing I always
Had the sense
To know that I’m insane
by Richard W. Bray
Blowing up Babies
We’re lost and we’re angry
We ain’t got no plan
And we’re blowing up babies in Afghanistan
Things are falling apart
All across the land
We’re still blowing up babies in Afghanistan
Only fools wanna mess
With festering clans
Let’s stop blowing up babies in Afghanistan
When’d we all get so stupid?
I can’t understand
Why we’re blowing up babies in Afghanistan
Soldiers sign up
To protect the homeland
We make ’em blow up the babies in Afghanistan
We need our leader
To be a man
And stop blowing up babies in Afghanistan
by Richard W. Bray
Neglect
My fire used to burn when it was stoked
Never cleaned the chimney; house full of smoke
Creosote ain’t no kinda joke
Time to fix my bike; tighten every spoke
My dog used to love me till today
I ran outta food; guess he run away
I go to the park; no one to play
Canine nutrition; important every day
My friends came over every night
Didn’t pay my bill; turned off all my lights
Now my possessions; completely outta’ sight
Much misery for a simple oversight
My mother used to feed me every day
Then I grew up; she made me move away
Fast food and frozen dinners; really not okay
Learn how to cook before going on your way
A maid used to come and clean my place
Till it got so messy; simply a disgrace
Everyone says I’m a basket case
That housekeeper can never be replaced
My uncle used to help me fix my car
I never checked my oil; won’t make it too far
I’m filling all the skies; smoke, soot and tar
Check those fluids; be a highway star
Neglect used to be my middle name
Caused so much trouble; had to change my game
First thing I did; accept all blame
Ignoring all my problems; just too lame
by Richard W. Bray
Cruel Crazy World
I go out each day
Confronting
Hazards and constraints
I bear it all
So joyfully
Without any complaints:
Traffic jams, mudslides, maniacs, bug bites
Derelicts, hurricanes, potholes, red lights
Pranksters, liars, idiots, road crews
Bad news, salesmen, rain delays and dog doo
Frustrated road-ragers, terrorists, and tidal waves
Lunatic zombies climbing right up out their graves
Bad coffee, typhoons, forty-car pile-ups
Degenerate freaks and unrequested dial-ups
Backfires, flat tires, insolent creeps
Nattering nitwits boring me to sleep
Seedy backstreet sideshow demons
And everyone is always scheming
I come home to you
And you hug
The pain away
Ready and refreshed
I’ll face
Another blessed day
by Richard W. Bray
Status Update
My sister met
A man online
Who showed up at her place
With choc-o-lates and roses
And my boyfriend’s face
Status update:
You’re deleted
I scrubbed my profile clean
You’re a liar and a cheater
And a lousy human being
Block all further access
Gonna find
Somebody new
A guy who ain’t too flirty
Don’t need no skeevy dog like you
I left him for
Five minutes
Alone with my best friend
He asked her for her number
And a hundred bucks to spend
Status update:
You’re deleted
I scrubbed my profile clean
You’re a liar and a cheater
And a lousy human being
Block all further Access
Gonna find
Somebody new
A guy who ain’t too flirty
Don’t need no skeevy dog like you
I hear his phones
‘Aringing when he’s
On the other line
Who are all these women
Calling all the time?
Status update:
You’re deleted
I scrubbed my profile clean
You’re a liar and a cheater
And a lousy human being
Block all further Access
Gonna find
Somebody new
A guy who ain’t too flirty
Don’t need no skeevy dog like you
I’m so sad
And lonesome
What’s a girl to do?
I just need a decent guy
Who’s rich and tall and handsome too
Status update:
You’re deleted
I scrubbed my profile clean
You’re a liar and a cheater
And a lousy human being
Block all further access
Gonna find
Somebody new
A guy who ain’t too flirty
Don’t need no skeevy dog like you
by Richard W. Bray
Bleary Blob of Blue
Time is just a concept
And I am just a fool
And the last fourteen hours
Are just a bleary blob of blue
I think I lost my girlfriend
I think I lost my mind
I know I lost my dinner
I can’t find my behind
I think I lost employment
I know they took my car
I lost everything that matters
When I stepped inside that bar
I’m overcome with sickness
My brain’s a filthy stew
I cannot stop these tremors
And my body feels like goo
I think I lost my girlfriend
I think I lost my mind
I know I lost my dinner
I can’t find my behind
I think I lost employment
I know they took my car
I lost everything that matters
When I stepped inside that bar
This county holding pen is
Just as cold as I am dry
Right now I need to rally
Just to find the strength to die
I think I lost my girlfriend
I think I lost my mind
I know I lost my dinner
I can’t find my behind
I think I lost employment
I know they took my car
I lost everything that matters
When I stepped inside that bar
by Richard W. Bray
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