Tattoos in Mayberry

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It's high time somebody kicked you
hard  in your money.
Everyone's tried option number two
but  words haven't seemed to filter through.
Somebody should free kick
you to get your attention?
What better way 
to stamp an impression
than to boot
a three pointer 
then a corner kick  in your 
stock option pa toot.
Blast a back kick into your goal line stance.
Bull rush through your pomp and circumstance

A busman's holiday
Double down slingshot thrust to the Moon.
All paid by your collaterral...
Since the attraction isn't  as much chemical
as mathematical

We'll gourmand on much better 
than cheese food and bologne.
Making memories to last
for when  we're slurping up their slop
in the old folks home.
with plastic sporks or baby spoons
We'll hitch our wagon
to the biggest  star.
Lasoo the brightest of moons.
Free kick your poorer relations  
plotting to squander your scatter
too soon.
We'll give the new hand wringing
medical crew the boot  
marking time in some
know nothing, medical crew.
who diagnose us
terminally ill
with bird flu. 
Buy elixers,
anti aging, energy pills.
So, baby, hold still
so I can I scissor kick 
the fools gold out of
you...
Give me the green light
ready, set and go
and I'll
 two stroke you
in your high yield portfolio.
 To blast us both out of the 
blind rough and 
onto that Solid Gold Fairway.

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Buddy Bee Anthony





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