Posts Tagged ‘losers’

Neurosis is My Superpower

December 1, 2018

Have you tried
Covering your ears
Closing both your eyes
Ignoring life for years
Repeating soothing lies?

Neurosis is my superpower
So long as I don’t leave the tower

Have you tried
Talk, talk, talking
About everyone you know?
Make it super shocking
And never stop the show

Neurosis is my superpower
Spreading bullshit sweet and sour

Have you tried
Rewiring all the neurons
Dashing through your head?
Tell yourself you’re pure in
The things you did and said

Neurosis is my superpower
Eating lies and shitting flowers

By Richard W. Bray

someone to blame

November 11, 2018

Your life is full of pain
Things you can’t explain
You find someone to blame
So every problem is the same

You’re a little bit neurotic
And your ego’s really weak
You’re a scared little lamb
And a fixating geek

Thinking hurts your head
Everything turns red
You focus your frustration
On a person or a nation

You’re a little bit neurotic
And your ego’s really weak
You’re a scared little lamb
And a fixating geek

Will quiet desperation
Explode in devastation?
Will you drive yourself insane
Hiding from the pain?

You’re a little bit neurotic
And your ego’s really weak
You’re a scared little lamb
And a fixating geek

by Richard W. Bray

hang dang dibble

November 3, 2018

I could be a little bitch
But I’d rather be a man
Ain’t gonna let no woman
Tell me who I am

Don’t know hang dang dibble
And I don’t really care
How she’s looking tonight
Or the way she cuts her hair

I’m gonna have another beer
I’m gonna play it where it lays
Till it all disappears
In a honey-colored haze

Don’t know hang dang dibble
And I don’t really care
If she found another lover
To take her everywhere

Don’t matter that she loved me
Like nobody ever did
Won’t get hung up on a feeling
Like a stupid little kid

Don’t know hang dang dibble
And I don’t really care
Living in the past
Won’t never get you anywhere

By Richard W. Bray

The Decency to Die

September 21, 2018

Everything I ever wanted
Showed up and it was you
Then you sighed and said
That you had other things to do…

I found myself a hole
And I filled my guts with rye
But I didn’t have
The decency to die

I soaked up so much hurtin
And I drank my soul dry
But I didn’t have
The decency to die

I fought with every fool
Who had a drink to buy
But I didn’t have
The decency to die

Puking blood and squirting mud
And breathing to be high
But I didn’t have
The decency to die

Today they see me healthy
They smile and wonder why
He didn’t have
The decency to die

by Richard W. Bray

Stinky Thinky Said

August 25, 2018

Stinky Thinky said:
Why did God create me?
Everything is wrong
The universe must hate me

Stinky Thinky said:
She asked me for my name
She probably wants my money
Or maybe she’s insane

Stinky Thinky said:
There’s a spot on my skin
I’m probably gonna die
I’m calling all my kin

Stinky Thinky said:
I’m looking out for you
I don’t tell you things
Cuz it makes you so blue

Stinky Thinky said:
Life is such a shame
So much evil in the world
I take all the blame

Stinky Thinky hides
From all of his actions
By creating a storm
Of noise and distraction

by Richard W. Bray

Cage

July 22, 2018

Abuse and sting and mock and shame
Afflicting torment like a game
Find a person you can break
And feed the universal ache

Careless quips and mutilations
Stabs and wounds and lacerations
Snubs and swipes and small offenses
Brutal taunts that stun the senses

Tell yourself that you are brave
Or moan you’re just a cosmic slave
Who only does what others do
Attacking all who damage you

Maybe that’s just what we are
Scorpions inside a jar
Or maybe you use poison darts
To build a cage around your heart

by Richard W. Bray

This is easy to explain

July 12, 2018

Your wife came in and found you
In your king-sized bed
With her sister and her cousin
And this is what you said:

“This isn’t what it looks like
But it’s easy to explain
Your cousin spilled some grape juice
And the bed was getting stained

“So your sister came right over
With a bottle of detergent
We all started scrubbing
It was getting pretty urgent…”

She said:

It’s time to stop your digging
You can put the shovel down
Now y’all get to stepping
Before I put my rifle down

Politician told the people
He had our back for the duration
Then the fat cats filled his wallet
While he bankrupted the nation

“This isn’t what it looks like
But it’s easy to explain
I need a billion dollars
To finance my campaign

“You gotta believe me
Hear my words and read my lips
I would never take a bribe
But I do accept tips…”

When the voters gonna say?

It’s time to stop your digging
You can put the shovel down
You’re slick but we ain’t stupid
Time to get out of town

by Richard W. Bray

Give No Quarter in Dispute

June 30, 2018

Be obnoxious, be a dick
Quarrel, quibble, contradict
State your case and never quit
Advocate the opposite

Be slimier and slicker
Contest, annoy and bicker
Mix it up and disagree
Create your own reality

Give no quarter in dispute
Be doctrinaire and absolute
Never agree with anyone
And always tell yourself you won

By Richard W. Bray

You were right and I was wrong

June 20, 2018

You were right and I was wrong
Now my life’s a country song
About a man who lost his wife
Wrecked his home and ruined his life

You were right and I was wrong
I lost the place where I belong
You found out—you said goodbye
I hate my wicked wayward eye

You were right and I was wrong
And everything I love is gone
Thought I could have a little fling
It wasn’t worth my wedding ring

You were right and I was wrong
You said be true or say so long
I tried to split my life in two
And eat my cake and have you too

You were right and I was wrong
I was weak and you’re so strong
I have to live with what I did
I miss my home—I miss my kids

By Richard W. Bray

Den of Gripers

June 15, 2018

In the corner of the lunchroom
There’s a bunch of sour groaners
Whining bout their problems
Cuz they’re all just stupid moaners

Attacking & accusing
It’s a horde of angry gripers
Feeding on each other
Like a den of killer vipers

Dissatisfaction validated
From a whimper to a whine
With all the manners & decorum
Of a heard of squealing swine

Cynical & fussy
Right Down to their grouchy britches
Deliver me, Oh Lord
From such a prickly bunch of bitches

by Richard W. Bray