Tattoos in Mayberry
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When the court room
of my life has adjourned.
The judges chambers
have emptied.
The gavel is swung not in my favor
Sentence is passed down
The preacher gives my last blessing.
before executioner 's axe bears down
on my neck.
I'll request my remains get tossed
on a slippery log heading out to sea.
Where I might find a new home.
Drifting along with the rip tide
in the eternity of an evergreen ocean
Duty bound to coral and shoal.
Paying my debt
for torts and crimes long past due.
Here's more food for your fishbowl.
Cast me off
from this arid Serengetti.
May it be known
this pirate didn't mutiny or maroon
my ship,
held tight from the masthead,with defiant clenched, fists
an unsettled peace.
Here's my dark tribute
a four gun salute for
all the doomed, misguided,and misunderstood,
Once burning with promise
now stamped as N.G.
My brethren of assassins, cut throats ,and thieves.
Who took what they needed
rejoicing in their misdeeds.
Resisting, in vain, the mark of the beast..
If I'm to end up as
more food for your fishbowl.
I'd rather die
as food for the fish.
Than sail on your swift boat.
choking on your sushi rolls.
Many, much greater than I
have endured the dishonor
of being shredded to chum
by your ravenous schools of fish.
All editing,alterations, or copyrights, reserved as is by this author
Re-Edited 02/07/2024 @ 5:49 PM Pacific Standard Time
Buddy Bee Anthony
of my life has adjourned.
The judges chambers
have emptied.
The gavel is swung not in my favor
Sentence is passed down
The preacher gives my last blessing.
before executioner 's axe bears down
on my neck.
I'll request my remains get tossed
on a slippery log heading out to sea.
Where I might find a new home.
Drifting along with the rip tide
in the eternity of an evergreen ocean
Duty bound to coral and shoal.
Paying my debt
for torts and crimes long past due.
Here's more food for your fishbowl.
Cast me off
from this arid Serengetti.
May it be known
this pirate didn't mutiny or maroon
my ship,
held tight from the masthead,with defiant clenched, fists
an unsettled peace.
Here's my dark tribute
a four gun salute for
all the doomed, misguided,and misunderstood,
Once burning with promise
now stamped as N.G.
My brethren of assassins, cut throats ,and thieves.
Who took what they needed
rejoicing in their misdeeds.
Resisting, in vain, the mark of the beast..
If I'm to end up as
more food for your fishbowl.
I'd rather die
as food for the fish.
Than sail on your swift boat.
choking on your sushi rolls.
Many, much greater than I
have endured the dishonor
of being shredded to chum
by your ravenous schools of fish.
All editing,alterations, or copyrights, reserved as is by this author
Re-Edited 02/07/2024 @ 5:49 PM Pacific Standard Time
Buddy Bee Anthony
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Food For Your Fishbowl.
Food For Your Fishbowl.