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
Sanctimony and masochism are two sides of the same coin.
—Richard W. Bray
Lazy drunken losers
Stupid punks & fools
I call em as I see em
But I don’t make the rules
Homeless doped-out drifters
Squatting in the street
Helpless hopeless vagrants
No shoes on their feet
Nasty nutty morons
A perpetual disgrace
They sour my disposition
And crinkle up my face
Filthy smutty floozies
They’re out of control
Hardening my heart
They muddy up my soul
Judgement and resentment
Impair your mental health
Swing your blade around
Till you mutilate yourself
By Richard W. Bray
You invite yourself to dinner
To tell me who’s a sinner,
Who’s a clown, and who’s a crook
You indulge in second helpings
While you spend the evening yelping
Then you tell the town that I can’t cook
You’re a multi-faced moron
Waging constant war on
Anyone you think you can defame
You’re a back-stabbing cretin
Who’s earned himself a seat in
The trash-talking loser Hall of Fame
Your boss, your maid, your friends,
Your neighbors and your kin
Hear you dishing dirt the livelong day
Your friends all know each other
And even your own brother
Knows you put him down when he’s away
You’re a multi-faced moron
Waging constant war on
Anyone you think you can defame
You’re a back-stabbing cretin
Who’s earned himself a seat in
The trash-talking loser Hall of Fame
You love to dish so bad
It fills your heart with glad
Every time a guy walks out the door
You’re a double-dealing clown
Who always brings me down
Don’t wanna see you round here any more
You’re a multi-faced moron
Waging constant war on
Anyone you think you can defame
You’re a back-stabbing cretin
Who’s earned himself a seat in
The trash-talking loser Hall of Fame
Richard W. Bray
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