Tattoos in Mayberry
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You, all aglow
in red ribbons and bows
And away you go
Not one to get smudged
with dirt on your collar or underclothes..
A faithful believer
An undercover healer.
A true crime reader.
Your hand holds tight to your rosary
of a pinkish hue.
Choir boys wink
at you while they sing 'Come All Ye Faithful'
in Sunday School.
Your snows are unstained
of the purest white
Your primary colors are sprightly summer and bright.
We're incompatible
as meat and plant eating animals.
We've been tossed, scattered divided and conquered
into these ecumenical petting zoos.
Workmen ever building up sand hills
of swelter and sweat made of
quick drying cement
paints laid out in pre-approved hues..
Paper dragons get slain for 5 minutes of fame
to help lift the ratings on breaking news.
We get dazzled by thieves
hocking the queen's crown
for a few paper dollars.
As all the rabble cackle and cheer
before tossing the perp in the tower.
But, how could I squack
in chains, as a criminal
tied down and locked next to you.
Like infidels, we could tunnel
to freedom
Make a mad dash from their petting zoo.
Have us some infidel fun
No harm done.
You could sneak back
through their prison bar gates
if you choose
when we were through.
If I were your pleasure driver
I'd taxi you away
from being an obedient Catholic
into my lane for impetuous Jews.
Where we'd break bread le chaim
Not travel where
folks are falling sick
choking on smoke
diseased and are dying
coming down with some exotic bird flu.
Why couldn't Paul pay Peter
at Saturday School.
We'd bore fine young infidels
We'd pull the horns off
Devils pretending to be Jews.
Becoming wiser at filtering fiction from truth.
We'd pick the locks to their petting zoo.
Free all the animals
even those incompatible.
Rewriting history without blood spatter
dropping that vengeful and angriest color
of red
to a softer shade
of deep ocean blue.
Pardon me
if my vision gets hazy
You hold the combination
to make my pistons go crazy.
I must be stuck in a loop.
I keep aiming my cupid's arrows
for inside your doorway
but, they only arrive at your stoop.
I know it's almost, impossible,
Since we're so
incompatible,
but you frazzle
and dazzle all of my senses,
my one,
my only
infidel you.
Buddy Bee Anthony
in red ribbons and bows
And away you go
Not one to get smudged
with dirt on your collar or underclothes..
A faithful believer
An undercover healer.
A true crime reader.
Your hand holds tight to your rosary
of a pinkish hue.
Choir boys wink
at you while they sing 'Come All Ye Faithful'
in Sunday School.
Your snows are unstained
of the purest white
Your primary colors are sprightly summer and bright.
We're incompatible
as meat and plant eating animals.
We've been tossed, scattered divided and conquered
into these ecumenical petting zoos.
Workmen ever building up sand hills
of swelter and sweat made of
quick drying cement
paints laid out in pre-approved hues..
Paper dragons get slain for 5 minutes of fame
to help lift the ratings on breaking news.
We get dazzled by thieves
hocking the queen's crown
for a few paper dollars.
As all the rabble cackle and cheer
before tossing the perp in the tower.
But, how could I squack
in chains, as a criminal
tied down and locked next to you.
Like infidels, we could tunnel
to freedom
Make a mad dash from their petting zoo.
Have us some infidel fun
No harm done.
You could sneak back
through their prison bar gates
if you choose
when we were through.
If I were your pleasure driver
I'd taxi you away
from being an obedient Catholic
into my lane for impetuous Jews.
Where we'd break bread le chaim
Not travel where
folks are falling sick
choking on smoke
diseased and are dying
coming down with some exotic bird flu.
Why couldn't Paul pay Peter
at Saturday School.
We'd bore fine young infidels
We'd pull the horns off
Devils pretending to be Jews.
Becoming wiser at filtering fiction from truth.
We'd pick the locks to their petting zoo.
Free all the animals
even those incompatible.
Rewriting history without blood spatter
dropping that vengeful and angriest color
of red
to a softer shade
of deep ocean blue.
Pardon me
if my vision gets hazy
You hold the combination
to make my pistons go crazy.
I must be stuck in a loop.
I keep aiming my cupid's arrows
for inside your doorway
but, they only arrive at your stoop.
I know it's almost, impossible,
Since we're so
incompatible,
but you frazzle
and dazzle all of my senses,
my one,
my only
infidel you.
Buddy Bee Anthony
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