Tattoos in Mayberry


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I learned to lie from the very best
of the best, my dad
who worked it 16 hours a day and
in his sleep.
breaking down our resistance
with penetrating brown eyes
Saying our life would be easier, if we kept
 life simple, stupid... .
When daddy came home from work or play.
to see his children, Bunny Lynn and Buddy Bee
He'd sit us down
and hunch up his shoulders
at  the dinner table his fingers  splayed.
Then give us hard lessons for the day
He'd often say,don't do as I do, 
just do as I say. 
Daddy swung the door wide open for
both of us to cheat, lie, and steal  our way through life,
with little remorse.
I wonder some days if and how
Bunny lies or steals
to unwind..
Has she gone off course
 lost the way to her mind.
Not aware of her
end or her beginning
Out on the Coast,
cheating on those
 who love her the most.
Signing away her soul on the dotted line.
While standing unsteady,
squandering time.
I'm now a friend to myself
A partner to me.
Are you really a partner to you,
Bunny Blue
Or is someone doing you damage
by turning the screw.
Do you have the lens to see
your forest from your trees.
Have your ships been sailing off course.
A million miles from your source..
Forged in blood from tempered steel
at Cain's potters wheel
mixed with red earthen clay.
Spinning Dad's
simple, stupid wheel,
teaching your children,
not to do as you do
but,to do as you say.

Buddy Bee Anthony

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