I hate myself
That makes it easy
To always have
Someone to blame
I hate myself
I’ll never please me
Masochism
Keeps me tame
I hate myself
It’s my boundary
Where I harness
Realms of pain
I hate myself
That’s where you found me
Pain enlightens
And leaves a stain
I hate myself
And pain is fuel
Boundless hurt
Fills my well
I hate myself
I live to rule
Sovereign in
My happy hell
by Richard W. Bray
You always listen
To my words
And you never
Criticize
You’re astute
And self-assured
Sensible
And wise
When we’re alone
I take solace
And comfort
In your eyes
You’re solid
As a stone
Your presence
Pacifies
We don’t even
Have to talk
I love to
Brush your hair
I love it
When we walk
Together
Anywhere
Thanks for keeping
Me content
And helping
Me survive
Truly heaven-sent
You’re the
Greatest
Dog alive
by Richard W. Bray
If I let you love me
I will let you down
And when our love is done
A part of us will drown
If I let you love me
I’ll start to love you too
We’ll tear at one another
Cuz that’s what lovers do
If I let you love me
I’m taking on your weight
And someone will get hurt
And hurt will turn to hate
I won’t let you love me
Cuz I care for you too much
Attachment is no match
For the malady of touch
by Richard W. Bray
Anybody sitting here?
Good Lord, I need a drink
Let me offer you some beer
You can tell me what you think
I’m in here every day
Drinking is my life
Wanna throw it all away
Since I lost my wife
She ran off to Beijing
With my business partner, Ted
She says he’s more exciting
And an animal in bed
So tell me, What’s your story?
It can’t be sad as mine
My father never liked me
And my mother dated swine
My people are afflicted
When it comes to crime
My sister was convicted
And my brother’s doing time
I didn’t catch your name
Would you like another shot?
They tell me I’m insane
I’ve mortgaged all I got
I’ve always been unhappy
You look like you work out
I’m doing pretty crappy
With psoriasis and gout
Didn’t mean to bend your ear
It’s just what I do
I’ve never seen you here
So tell me about you
by Richard W. Bray
Strangers sharing all their troubles
Actors living inside bubbles
Lucky, privileged, pampered babies
Make me foam like I got rabies
I got a list inside my head
Of all the people I want dead
I focus focus all my spite
On other people day and night
And I could torture all the swine
Who don’t decide when they’re in line
Chatting up the checkout gal
Like she’s their oldest living pal
I got a list inside my head
Of all the people I want dead
I push my anger far and wide
Cuz I don’t wanna look inside
I ruminate with all my might
On every slander, every slight
The lineup is a mile long
Of all the folks who done me wrong
I got a list inside my head
Of all the people I want dead
I try and try and try and try
To swallow hate until they die
by Richard W. Bray
so many times
so many ways
i hurt you
for what I am
and who
i want to be
i devour
i disrupt and
i endure
my hunger
slashes you
it nibbles me
a thousand times
i can say
i’m sorry
but that’s
a stupid song
i sing for me
by Richard W. Bray
We have what it takes to set you free
Money and bullets and boots and blood
We’re everything that you want to be
The model of modern society
Wash away fossils in crimson flood
We have what it takes to set you free
Inside you is a another form of me
We’re putting our values out to stud
We’re everything that you want to be
We’re the glory of all humanity
So embrace your liberation, Bud
We have what it takes to set you free
Steaming hot piles of Democracy
Fashioning our dominion of mud
We’re everything that you want to be
Bombs build dreams like factories
Shimmering cities on a hill of crud
We have what it takes to set you free
We’re everything that you want to be
by Richard W. Bray
Sorrow seems more general than it did, and not the estate of a few persons, since the war began; and if the anguish of others helped one with one’s own, now would be many medicines.
Suffer, squirm, and die
I hope your life is hell
Your hurt is my elixir
I’m doing pretty well
Your torment is my tonic
Your pain is my success
I pray for mass affliction
I feed on your distress
Your agony refreshes
And fills my world with joy
The cure for all that ails
Is to damage and destroy
Misery rejuvenates
It whitens every stain
All of my misfortune
Is abolished in your pain
by Richard W. Bray
In the dirty grubby grime
Is where I like to spend my time
Nothing feeds the living blood
Like sloppy teeming murky mud
I genuflect and praise and bless
The sullied sloppy sultry mess
A boggy swamp rejuvenates
The muck is where life germinates
Terrified of nature’s touch
Are folks who like to bathe too much
You’ll be inert and none the wiser
With too much soap and sanitizer
Deliver me from points pristine
The antiseptic and the clean
Spotless dreams cannot console
The barren sparkling stainless soul
by Richard W. Bray
Fresh and springy
Sunny day
Flowers pushing
Up to say
“Live your
Happy-spangled day
And mosey on
Your special way”
Burst it out
And don’t be coy
Smell the colors
Live the joy
Be a playful
Bouncy boy
The universe
Will be your toy
by Richard W. Bray
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