BIG BUTCH BARKS BACK


Created for some of the more raw and painful aspects of growing up different. Sometimes angry, sometimes funny, always honest. Sometimes, the language is very harsh because pain is not gentle.

I am determined to chronicle all aspects of living with absolute candor and genuineness. It allows a connection with others at a deep soul level because they see that you understand their struggles when you reveal your own. If you are offended by cursing or expect the beauty you see on my other blog, Whisper Creek, then you may want to avoid this one. This is the very human side of me, the one God plainly sees. It is the part that God is healing. Let that be my witness.

Wednesday, May 18, 2011

Fu*king Shark Snack



Fuckin' trapped in a box
floatin' on the open sea
sharks swimmin' all around
snappin' hard and fast at me. 

Ain't got nowhere to go
can't go up, only down
my fate to get eaten
an hors d'Ĺ“uvre before I drown.

And now I just sprung a leak
and the water's rushing cold
the fear done turn to rage
this bullshit's gettin' old.

All you stupid fuckin' sharks
better hope this is your day
cause I'm pissed as holy hell
and you best get out my way.

I'm angry and I'm tired
and I've had all I can take
and at the moment it would feel amazin'
if all your bones I could break.

And I know its mighty ugly
but its hard to give a shit.
when I try to stay afloat
and end up getting hit.

Time and time and time again
over and over til I bleed
what the fuck do you want
my first born? my first seed?

Well kiss my ass you motherfucker
I'm tired of all your praddle
I'll tear you into bits
use your shark fin as my paddle. 

Then I'll have something finally
something that's all mine
I won't owe you all I'm worth
a few pennies and a dime.