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Most Beautiful One

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Me And My Indian Wife

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I'm Glad My Mom Can't See Me

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Sounds Of Sire

A lot like you.

Master Ghuey Charles Dickens

I Can't Take It No More

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I reside. in 
subsidized housing they award to
elders on borrowed time., 
Next to the Interstate wiith it's
 poisonous,choking river of pollution
and haze of diesel exhaust
,
Still don't I gaze upon the same moon
as you.
My eyes sharing the sky and the stars with you.
Do I not bleed red like you,
Why so important to put distance
between you and me. tooling around
like an Indy race car
fixing your sights to lap me,.
 must you grind all others to dust,
to claim the number one spot..
You've won, your money is bigger than mine.
Diminishishing my contribution.
Miniimizing my position
Worsening my condition.. 
Raining fire down on me from up in your tower.
A dream built by vengeance and hate? .
Your atrritionist spirit uplifted by driving a spike through my heart..
Isn't their more to life than  foraging for better crumbs
..Why so eager to  step on my fingers
and head... Did we not both
spring forth from the same fertile soil rich
with seed and egg..
Am I wrongheaded for demanding justice?
Is justice a made up thing?.

when you're gloating on
how good you have it 
or how bad things could turn'
if your luck went South.
We're all playing beat the clock
and the clock is winning..
Must I go to the doctor to
remove from my shoe.
the stone that is you.
Labels like poor, fat, stupid and slow give ulcers
building your mud slung house with assumtions,
Don't pain me with your burden of plenty. . 

I won't smoke, a premium
hand rolled Cuban Cigar
when you chew on it first.
stringing your charges along with
broken promises 
Without the first clue 
what it's like to have not.
 Can you shed your  high and mighty husk
Live in the thickets silent as  a lone, blade of grass,
humble as the ninth daughter or son of a poor rice paddy  farmer.
Can you rise above your station
giving back  some of what you have taken..
 Survival, requires cooperation,
either you get bitter and die alone and rich.
or you learn to love and share.,
Have empathy for those who suffer..
not to seek advantage  by plowing over
the living dreams of others..
Is there more than a fleeting victory in being the last
one standing?
Does your aloneness drive your thirst to keep winning?
flattening the ignorant and powerless,..
How's that's strategy working out for you?
I'm playing the low hand
and watching the game board closely.
Better to anticipate your next move.

Buddy Bee Anthony

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Re-Edited  2/27/2023 @11:09 PM Pacific Standard Time









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