Tattoos in Mayberry

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Momma, you consigned my teddy bears
Auctioned my baseball cards
Sold my comic books
for a private bath and full bar extention
A lot to ask of me your son
for covering the rent. 
Momma, I  wish you no harm
Even a devil has their charm
How could I accuse the woman who bore me. 
the one I owe the most to..
Through blood who I'm betrothed to
May a lightening bolt strike my
pendulous, ponderous head
Be a wandering Jew,
lost the lonesome desert
without any manna for bread. 
I gotta call them as I see them 
when my Sun shines brightest on 
the worst case scenario
Momma, you've assured me
I'll be fine.
putting down your soft shoe
spin with a twist 
on the grift
past the end of the line,
up at dawn now for prayer sessions in cloister
It's your way to keep
the world as your oyster.



mother's method 
pays the fixer
to fix it today
and the fix business
is cold even 
in the month of May
 and is the most you can say is
How lucky we'll all be one day
lounging on Park Avenue
inside your inner circle of  command.
as your number one man
of means
 a  megolithic, money makin fiend.
a spectacular machine.
greased and reinforced
by those possessing
the right type of Royal Jelly ,
What else could be said 
than what my daddy
whispered to me
on his death bed
it's best call a spade a spade'
and say momma
one day  they'll name a 
swanky ship
christened  in your   name
I'd call it
'The Twenty First Century Pip'.

When we were kids
you went running back to high school
to do it right this time
as a blushing coquette
how could our lives 
flourish and continue to grow
with mom gripping
a broke tennis racket.
What else could we do 
but fight a crazed war of attrition,
with our superstar mother flailing
out of commission..
It's alright, who am I to judge
all's forgiven
But, can you blame me for hoping for  better.
guess, I'll settle
for whatever
crumbs I get from you. 
What I get is an invoice
demanding payment in full
for services rendered . 
and payment 
is past due.
.
Momma
you  grind me to dust
What can I do
 you must,have your way

at a price I'm no longer willing to pay
.Daddy may have been right,
. having once told me
a fella will do what comes natural 
 though,don't let any woman get too tight a grip
on your mind or your money
especially a twenty first century pip..



Buddy Bee Anthony




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