Tattoos in Mayberry

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You're a hot mess when you're feelin' ornery.
Crazed and dangerous when your 
He gets brewin.
You've been forged from the mettle
of original sin.
A scourge on our bill of health
at the do drop in. You don't eat steak
risking a heart attack.
You don't appear to be
casually hip enough to be black. 
You're not thin and in enough to be a white 
Or broad enough to be a jew.

That can't be the best you can do
out of the shue. Jew Broad
Is that as good as you can
schtick.white chick.
That couldn't be your 'A' game you unfurl
black girl..

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Buddy Bee Anthony

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