Sunday, November 23, 2008


I'm not tricky about it
I'm not making you a fool
You do that all by yourself
You're your own best tool

I honestly hate you
Like that isn't a valid state
Beats all that victim dictum
That spews out of reprobates

I also love
I'm also kind
I can think for myself
And responsible for my own mind

I can be really savage
All out edgy rage
Is written all over my books
When I leaf though page to page

At least I'm not a whiney dog
At least I'm not a beast
Who steals his way into the tent
And thinks he's entitled at the feast

I like my brothers and family
I like me and mine
I like Bar B Que and Southern Music
That'll do me just fine


Don't be sayin I didn't tell ya
Don't be sayin you weren't warned
Don't be tryin anymore to set me up
Because I'm not in the least bit torn

If you survive or need my help
Or want my money guns or food

I kinda actually hate you as a way of life
And not some come and go kind of mood

4:17 pm
transcribed this time
5:25 pm


Thursday, November 20, 2008

I miss Katie

I miss her intelligence
I miss her wild wonderful stories
About death and love and sex
And some part time glory

I miss her rants and raves
I miss her cutting through the crap
She didn't easily fall in line with a
Bunch of namby pamby wussy pap

Katie could dish it out
But man she had some stalkers
She didn't care she never was a
Fan of any empty brained talker

People would just freak out
When she'd tell'm to eat shit and die
She was all kinds of crazy heat with a beat
I like chicks who can make you laugh and cry

With their direct approach to the truth
I like hard corps rollin and bold
I'll always take the fire for effect kind
Over the tepid critics and their shoulders cold

6:18 pm
transcribed this time
5:28 pm