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.
Paid from out of 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 and 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
wasting our time on
diagnosing us
terminally ill
with bird flu.
We'll mix elixers ,
and pop anti aging, energy pills.
Now, baby, hold still
so I can I scissor kick
the fools gold out of you..
Just give me the green light
get ready, set, go
and I'll
two stroke you
in your high yield portfolio.
Blasting us both out of the
blind rough and
onto that Solid Gold Fairway.
Buddy Bee Anthony
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