Saturday, December 15, 2007

A mouthy little boy toy

You need a buttstroke to the face
You need a swift kick in the guts
You need a fist to the groin
You need your head shoved up your butt

You need your attitude adjusted
You're such a pathetic worthless wimp
You need a journey to the Middle East
You need to be sold to a Syrian pimp

What a gutless wonder
What a mouthy little boy toy
You deserve the fires of Hell
For your small self indulgent joy

You speak of young brave men
And know not of the roads they've walked
You're nothing but an empty shell
Who thinks they've said something

Because they opened their mouth and talked

6:22 pm
transcribed this time
6:27 pm


Monday, September 03, 2007

You try to give them a chance....Till you just have to punch their literary teeth out and break their pop corn back bones

You deserve a beat down

A blanket party and a
Foot locker to fall over
Mr rocket car driver and
The world is all flowers and clover

What a punked out bitch
You've turned out to be
Even if you were anything before
All you are now is a used to be

Quite your whining and crying
Neal Young ain't gonna be your friend
How does it feel to live in a world
Completely built around pretend

Cole Porter was in the French Foreign Legion
Jimi Hendrix was Airborne and didn't sing rap
You on the other hand seem to hope against hope
You can slip by with your sing songy soft pedaled crap

Wake up and quit bein the organ grinders monkey
Quit trying to placate the ship of fools request
Some where Some how in Some way you've forgotten
Where to go deep inside to step forth with your best

I bet you can't even name one guy who isn't a lame ass
Who isn't an over self involved hollowed imitation man
What are you gonna do take the so called slide ride
And then and only then on your last day and last breath

Try to do the best you can

10:48 pm
transcribed this time
10:56 pm


Monday, July 30, 2007

Bravo Bravo

You never stood up for nuthin

You never stood up for your nation
You never stood up for your race
You were born with a set of cotton balls
No guts and no desire to merge with grace

You were clever with your words
They never touched either blood or bone
When ever a brother ever needed another
You were always proud to stand alone

You believed in contrived connections
You taught nothing of substance or stone
You had all the faith of a false tale teller
For your sins of omissions you never atoned

Oh you were smart enough to give lip service
To look another seriously in the eye
To say that you finally understood your real teacher
Never told you or lived as an example a lie

But those were just conveniences
Something that slipped easily off the tongue
Like the skill you had long ago learned
Long ago when we were all strong and young

But you seemed to meet every test
With a side step a put off or a slide
But neither intellectual acumen or
Protected surroundings forever gets a free ride

Do you remember anything you’ve said
Do you remember any vows that you have taken
Do you remember any chances you’ve been given
Or have you just done your walk away fade

And left them all forsaken

Do you remember sitting on that porch
That wintry day at the Ave B cafe
Do you remember the words
Stand up for the truth

Or have you
Still got nuthin to say

7:37 pm

Saturday, July 21, 2007

You need to wake up

You need to wake up

To a boot in your face
To a fist in your gut
To being slammed on the ground
To somebody kicking your butt

You're irritating and simpering
You're petty and bed wetty
You need a claymore good morning
And to step on a bouncing betty

You need your knees broken
Your head stomped in
You need a left to the throat
And and a right to the chin

Shut up with your cry baby
Version of the world
You can't even toss your
Hat in the ring.....

Without throwin it like a girl

5:04 pm
transcribed this time
5:07 pm


Monday, March 26, 2007

How nice it is to attack

By always being the one who's insulted
Somehow slighted somehow hurt
How convenient justification slides off
The tongue when it snakes out

To dish its dirt

2:03 am