Know This To Live The Good Life

You're soft man. Waay too soft. You talk a lot man. Talk a lot. You're in a spot man. Pick your spot. Gonna rot man. You are rot. In a moment man. You will stop. Yes you will. Stop and rot right on that spot. Barry

Some people have the guts to be rude. They spill and spew on everything And they're happy to include You. In their carnage. Their misery is so Crappy you can smell The bad times coming. They're not humming, no They holler from the rooftops and Lord help anyone who gets caught In their putrid and not happy Line of ire. Barry

Ah, I've heard this one before. The guy likes you and You want more. And neither of you know What's in store But if you paid attention. Learned and then some. You could lend some Credence to this cyclical fable! Barry

You don't think you don't think But the fact is You do. There's more times when you do this Then you'll admit to you. You act without you acting. Back without looking back. You back over your dead dog Rover And you ain't got no dog named Rover So whom you backing over? Barry

Goddammit Ivan, I love you. Not in that order but yes, I do. Love my children, garden too. Love my wife. Love this strife. Love this gout with it's butcher knife. Yes, I do. It is true. I am a maker of much love! Barry

Liars can stop lying. Myself? I used to lie. See, lies are slippery slopes in a rainstorm. Matters not how the climber climbs. Lies dig trenches and fills them with shit. Then the liars obsess with staying out of it. But to get ahead Always trenches and With 'em shit storms and Fo' sho' drenches. Barry