Tattoos in Mayberry
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Momma, you consigned my teddy bears
Auctioned my baseball cards
Sold my comic books
for a private bath and full bar extention
A lot to ask of me your son
for covering your rent.
Momma, I wish you no harm
Even a devil has their charm
How could I accuse the woman who bore me.
the one I owe the most to..
Through blood who I'm betrothed to
May a lightening bolt strike my
petulent,, ponderous head
what can I do,
I'm a wandering Jew,
lost in the desert
without your manna for bread..
Momma, you've assured me
I'll be fine.
putting down your soft shoe
a spin with a twist
on the grift
at the end of the line,
up at dawn for
prayer session with wafer and wine
You're one twenty first century pimp...
mother's method
said
pay the fixer
they'll have it fixed right way
fixed, guaranteed,
by the end of the day.
,
What else could be said
than what my daddy
whispered to me
on his death bed
it's best call a spade a spade'
and say momma
one day they'll name a
swanky ship
christened with your real name
who you really are
what it really is.
'Ms, Twenty First Century Pimp'.
When we were kids
you went running back to high school
to do it right this time
as a blushing coquette
how could our lives
flourish and continue to grow
with mom and her supple, western grip
What else could we do
Show you how your tennis racket is broken
by breaking ours.
Vulture clan, bloodthisty, and hungry
running atom bombs of competive
wars
wars of attrition.
Burning out in wonder and awesomeness
Great people, fizzling out into ash worms
like children's fireworks.
,
with our superstar mother flailing
out of commission..
Who am, I guess, to pass judement
I only report the facts.
How can I stop hoping for better.
as I settle
for whatever I get
.
At least send an invoice
demanding payment in full
for services rendered .
and payment's past due.
.
Momma
you've ground me to dust
What can be done
you must,have your way
at a price I'm no longer willing to pay
.Daddy may have been right,
. having once told me
a fella will do what comes natural
jump, run, be a battering ram.
For preferential treatment for their money
then their sac.
Innocent
immaculate.
pure.
peaceful
and serene.
i know where your heart is
and I know what you mean.
you're our hero.
yeah rah.for
our
twenty first century pip..
Buddy Bee Anthony
Auctioned my baseball cards
Sold my comic books
for a private bath and full bar extention
A lot to ask of me your son
for covering your rent.
Momma, I wish you no harm
Even a devil has their charm
How could I accuse the woman who bore me.
the one I owe the most to..
Through blood who I'm betrothed to
May a lightening bolt strike my
petulent,, ponderous head
what can I do,
I'm a wandering Jew,
lost in the desert
without your manna for bread..
Momma, you've assured me
I'll be fine.
putting down your soft shoe
a spin with a twist
on the grift
at the end of the line,
up at dawn for
prayer session with wafer and wine
You're one twenty first century pimp...
mother's method
said
pay the fixer
they'll have it fixed right way
fixed, guaranteed,
by the end of the day.
,
What else could be said
than what my daddy
whispered to me
on his death bed
it's best call a spade a spade'
and say momma
one day they'll name a
swanky ship
christened with your real name
who you really are
what it really is.
'Ms, Twenty First Century Pimp'.
When we were kids
you went running back to high school
to do it right this time
as a blushing coquette
how could our lives
flourish and continue to grow
with mom and her supple, western grip
What else could we do
Show you how your tennis racket is broken
by breaking ours.
Vulture clan, bloodthisty, and hungry
running atom bombs of competive
wars
wars of attrition.
Burning out in wonder and awesomeness
Great people, fizzling out into ash worms
like children's fireworks.
,
with our superstar mother flailing
out of commission..
Who am, I guess, to pass judement
I only report the facts.
How can I stop hoping for better.
as I settle
for whatever I get
.
At least send an invoice
demanding payment in full
for services rendered .
and payment's past due.
.
Momma
you've ground me to dust
What can be done
you must,have your way
at a price I'm no longer willing to pay
.Daddy may have been right,
. having once told me
a fella will do what comes natural
jump, run, be a battering ram.
For preferential treatment for their money
then their sac.
Innocent
immaculate.
pure.
peaceful
and serene.
i know where your heart is
and I know what you mean.
you're our hero.
yeah rah.for
our
twenty first century pip..
Buddy Bee Anthony
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