I've got the matches if you bring the candelabra.
If you're in need of matches,
then, I'm your man.
If a match is what you want,
a match is what I am.
If my spark ever goes to seed.
We can separate, no frills or fuss for custody.
Throw me back in the Sea.
Catch and release.
Cut me loose
Set us both free.
Split what scatter we have
right down the middle
if the party is over
Let's cut the cake clean.
Love isn't an anchor to assail anyone's plans.
Misery doesn't need more company
for a freedom loving woman or a man.
I'll blow you a big kiss, good luck,
and fare well..
Every remedy
says on the bottle
side effects might kill.
There's no perfect recipe
to climb my lovers hill..
The fondest mysteries often
bedazzle a fine woman or man.
Sorcery arrives with sleight of hand
wrapped in preppy propositions and
lofty conditions.
that roll your eyes and curl your toes.
with bells and whistles, blue ribbons and bows. .
leave that mess at
the doorstep of some other poor schmoe
When an oh yes, yes,,
turns into an oh, no, no.
Buddy Bee Anthony
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Re-edited 12/21/2023 @10:25 PM Pacific Standard Time