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
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
You torture your kids
You terrorize your wife
But you’re a
Wonderful man
In your fantasy life
Life isn’t public relations
You can’t erase the hurt
With a well-written statement
Nobody believes
Your silly façade
Not your friends
Not your family
Not even your dog
Life isn’t public relations
Are you fake and insincere
From birth to cremation?
By Richard W. Bray
I’m too old to be such a dumbass
Someday, I’ll pay
For each one of my sins
Catting and carousing
Till daylight
St. Peter’s gonna
Curse my silly grin
I’m too old to be such a dumbass
I’m sorry for
The selfish things I done
I left a trail of heartache
And hurting
I gotta say
I had a lotta fun
I’m too old to be such a dumbass
I’m about to bust
My weary frame
It’s too late for any excuses
I spent a lifetime
Shifting all the blame
I’m too old to be such a dumbass
I feel bad
For all them things I said
I’ve always been
A real late bloomer
I’m gonna change
Right after I am dead
By Richard W. Bray
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
And once they have you, safe and sound,
They want to change you all around.
—Dorothy Parker
I can change him
I can fix him
Make him do
Just what I say
I can bend him
I can mold him
Like a big ole
Ball of clay
I’ll carve him up
Like a banana
He’ll be my
Special toy
If you want
To own a man
Treat him like
A little boy
Men are helpless
Men are silly
Men are stupid
Men are weak
I can guide him
I can dress him
I can change
The way he speaks
He don’t know
No better
He’s a senseless
Waste of life
I’ll own the pockets
In his pants
I’ll own his nuts
I’ll be his wife
I’ll put his ass to work
I’ll never let him slip
I’m doing him a favor
Just watch me crack my whip
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
Yeah, I did your girlfriend
But it wasn’t my fault
If you weren’t home early
We wouldn’t have gotten caught
Yeah, I crashed your car
But why you blaming me?
You locked your front door
But you didn’t hide your keys
I said, “I’ll always love you
You’re the only one I see”
I was loyal for a week
Which is pretty good for me
Everywhere I go
All the people I meet
They make do bad things
I steal, lie and cheat
It’s a crazy crooked world
And everyone is rotten
Doesn’t matter what you do
It will soon be forgotten
By Richard W. Bray
You gave me your love
And I threw it down a drain
You should have paid attention
Never said I was sane
Tried to clear out my head
With a pound of cocaine
And a gallon of whiskey
Never said I was sane
I held up an army
Left a pretty big stain
They locked me up for good
Never said I was sane
They gave me some tests
To study my brain
I’m a wee bit psychotic
Never said I was sane
They got me breaking rocks
On a ball and chain
I’m just glad to stay busy
Never said I was sane
by Richard W. Bray
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