EVICTION

He strolls down the ave at 12pm

He stops at the mission for a bag of bread

He buys the state minimum smokes from the store

He runs out of roach traps and waits to buy some more

 

Look outside, it's a bird, it's a plane!

No, it's a shitbag

I don't know but I think I'm to blame

'Cause he's a shitbag

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He'll stop at deals to buy a half  a dozen

He wears cut off sweatpants

That his brother didn’t need​

He’s loud and braggadocious to everyone he meets About his job at the junk yard

He works at 2 days a week

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Look outside, it's a bird, it's a plane!

No, it's a shitbag

I don't know but I think I'm to blame

'Cause he's a shitbag

 

He pays his cable bill before his rent

He says I’ll pay the 7th and it came and went.

He uses a bedsheet to smoke in the kitchen

As his kids are in the living room their rashes an itchin’

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Look outside, it's a bird, it's a plane!

No, it's a shitbag

I don't know but I think I'm to blame

For bringing that shitbag in

He collects your scrap and throws it in a pile

Don’t matter if its broken, don’t matter ifs its vile

He’s got 3 grills and 14 coolers

He’s got 4 settings he swears he got from a jeweler

 

5 trash cans stacked on top of an oil barrel

6 boxes of roach motels to protect his apparel

2 propane tanks for his broken grills

A burned out generator in case of a disaster

 

Got affine china in a litter basket

Used to be for his former kitten

Until that mutt got a hold of Toonses

Now that cat’s with the rotten corpses

 

King of the pack

King of the pack

King of the pack rats

I saw you sleeping there like my dreams

Of a swollen ratty corpse

What were you dreaming of on the couch

maybe the mail from the courts

He said you get migraines

a reason for your absence from the labor force

as your children swing from the lamps 

with their meds laying on the floor

 

A migraine slumber through all the noise

Of mayhem all around you

Shit, piss, fish, rotten mayonnaise

Are the smells that surround you

If you lost your last breath

Would they know to revive you

Or let you sleep there peaceful

With the methadone they provide you

 

He says you get migraines.

I had an awful dream

When I saw you walking down the street

Your puffy sweater bulged

Where a baby might be

You may have bought it from the thrift store

And didn’t fit quite right

But I never saw the announcement

So I kept my mouth shut tight

 

As i thought about it

I really couldn’t tell

That behavior would indicate

She was going straight to hell

Smokes funny cigs in the backyard

With the kiddies playing near

Scenes i cant imagine

I'd ever want to see or hear

 

 

And I thought she was pregnant 

Until I heard from this guy

That junkies cure cause puffy

Bloated livers all the time

I knew it when I met them

But didn’t stop me from letting in

A distended belly princess

And her dirty fat friend

I need you like a fly needs a crumb

Like a whore needs a john

Like a tweaker needs a sniff

Like a toker needs a spliff

 

You need me like a dog needs a walk

Like a beggar needs to talk

Like a junky needs a needle

Like this fatty needs a meal

 

Lets go walk hand in hand

To 7/11 and grab a box of ham

Or a pack of smokes and we can drag all night

Under the fluorescent light

Mentally delayed

Challenged a bit

Making a noise

Where words should fit

Pushed and prodded

Showed and thrown

That they didn’t take them away

My mind is blown

The apple….

Doesn’t fall far from the tree

His name is Ray

And he’s the best bud a guy could have

He leaves Cheetos on the floor

For all my brothers to have

He never finishes a meal

And never cleans up his plate

I just wait in the shadows

For him to shift his weight

 

He once had a cat that he fed to his mutt

He got a bag for him

And got meth for his love

He keeps me safe and warm

With his oven open and on high

He'll never know how much it means to me

With every dropped French fry

 

His name is Ray and he’s my best friend.

He’s a maverick

He's a bad ass son of a bitch.

He calls a spade a spade 

And any relevant female, a fucking bitch

A real straight shooter

And a self-serving prick

 

He smokes a pack a day

Tells his diabetes to fuck off

Eats Cheetos by the pound

Dollar store pasta in bulk

Lets his dog shit on the floor

Tells his kid to watch wear you walk

 

He’s a maverick

he’s an expert on life

knows how to spackle corner joints

and soldier your pipes

Use food stamps to pay

for smokes for his junkie wife

 

He’s A Maverick

You left a present

A little token of gratitude

Then I saw the contents

It shows  your attitude

A heavy brown jar

The opening matches your ineptitude

 

I thought you left it

It wasn’t worth the effort

If on purpose it was the one

Thing you did that was clever

4 thousand one hundred twenty five 

Pennies...you left me pennies

 

It stood proud

A monument of the day

and it went unnoticed 

From the squalor of your stay

Even bedbugs packed up 

And went away

Dirty Ray

 

Went to collect at the counter of coins

The hole was too small for the others to join

Picking and shaking a great big bottle of pennies

You left me pennies

 

Your collections ranged from junk to trash

A value of little worth

But you'll have your sense of entitlement

And your food stamps on the first

 

I can see how you live in this mess

As dirtbags go you are truly the best

Now i see how to soil an address and leave em pennies

Jar in a jar, jar in a jar,

We know what you are

With your jar in a jar

 

You got 10 scripts from temple physicians

She bought 4 jars of Fishtown’s edition

You get your fix at the NorthEast clinic

Too hard to tell which one was in it

 

You hiding it from the DHS

You hiding it from your kids

You hiding it from your family

I don’t think that’s it

 

You put it all together,

To keep it neat and clean

Does it keep it fresher?

I see what you mean

 

You’re a credit to your race,

You some stand up people

My only wish for you is that live with your uncle 

Till your old and feeble with your

 

 

Labels scratched off what the facts

was your name on the original packs

embarrassed by your name being with the diagnosis

or just a dirty rat with a psychosis

 

What made you think i would want you to stay

When i don’t see any money my way

As the bathroom leaks splash all over the place

And you let your family live in that space

 

You know the system and i know your type

You’ll live in filth to be the head of the house

But it always ends and your back where you belong

Wilson meats for now but really how long?