Tattoos in Mayberry
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Spent enough money to rent the whole town.
slipping us your funny pills
til we can't move around.
protected by barricade
hellfire decree
striking any opposition down.
With bonds and stocks in both hands, ill gotten gains too.
in your land of plenty,
I have a message here waiting for you
You've said you don't need it
but, you've certainly got it
under fog and a haze of thick smog we wheeze through
Gripping tight with white knuckles to haystacks of cash
hot properties
pay to the bearer hard goods
for some gash.
While we get the shaft
and the lash
The boot from your stoop
You cashed in filthy
as other men bled,
screaming bloody murder
to "reduce overhead."
Telling us doops
how our thrift, will vault us to greatness.
While,not once skipping your dues
to Club Med
It's assured we will squirm
with good reason for doubt
After all, the odds run in your favor
since, you are the house.
making the headlines
as our conquering savior
do you feel Cain's burden
when the deal goes down.
laying waste to another quaint little town
Salting New Carthage then burning it down.
Darkening God's curtain
soiling his glory's Crown
Heating up hell and claiming it's paradise's gate.
sacks full of riches
your fisherman's bait
Your convictions arriving too little.
too late
Still you've handily sealed your competitors fate
Hooray for your
windfall profits
How cleverly you've hedged all your bets
employing your best excuse
for some maudlin ruse,
a mumbling,,schleusse
how "them that's gots gets."
Buddy Bee Anthony
All editing and publishing rights reserved as is by this author
Copyright January 26th 2011 Gary Bercu
slipping us your funny pills
til we can't move around.
protected by barricade
hellfire decree
striking any opposition down.
With bonds and stocks in both hands, ill gotten gains too.
in your land of plenty,
I have a message here waiting for you
You've said you don't need it
but, you've certainly got it
under fog and a haze of thick smog we wheeze through
Gripping tight with white knuckles to haystacks of cash
hot properties
pay to the bearer hard goods
for some gash.
While we get the shaft
and the lash
The boot from your stoop
You cashed in filthy
as other men bled,
screaming bloody murder
to "reduce overhead."
Telling us doops
how our thrift, will vault us to greatness.
While,not once skipping your dues
to Club Med
It's assured we will squirm
with good reason for doubt
After all, the odds run in your favor
since, you are the house.
making the headlines
as our conquering savior
do you feel Cain's burden
when the deal goes down.
laying waste to another quaint little town
Salting New Carthage then burning it down.
Darkening God's curtain
soiling his glory's Crown
Heating up hell and claiming it's paradise's gate.
sacks full of riches
your fisherman's bait
Your convictions arriving too little.
too late
Still you've handily sealed your competitors fate
Hooray for your
windfall profits
How cleverly you've hedged all your bets
employing your best excuse
for some maudlin ruse,
a mumbling,,schleusse
how "them that's gots gets."
Buddy Bee Anthony
All editing and publishing rights reserved as is by this author
Copyright January 26th 2011 Gary Bercu
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