Tattoos in Mayberry
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You've hidden your heart
No true love at home..
Your pilot light's on
but nobody's home.
When I touched your hand,
your skin was ice cold.
Face, pale as a ghost
decrepid and old.
A crooked play book
is how you rolled.
Is their
some curse laid upon you
body.and soul..
Derailed by experts
Left to rot as road kill.
With a bug in your ear
You've swallowed their pills.
Another stick broken
A direct shot on goal.
Tell me of
this curse laid upon both
body and soul
Our main streets are slums
Our best are now bums
So, slam down on that joy stick
flip the switch
click,
to cruise control
Do tell again of these blessed curses
laid upon our body and soul.
Buddy Bee Anthony
All editing and publishing rights reserved as is by this author
All editing and publishing rights reserved as is by this author
No true love at home..
Your pilot light's on
but nobody's home.
When I touched your hand,
your skin was ice cold.
Face, pale as a ghost
decrepid and old.
A crooked play book
is how you rolled.
Is their
some curse laid upon you
body.and soul..
Derailed by experts
Left to rot as road kill.
With a bug in your ear
You've swallowed their pills.
Another stick broken
A direct shot on goal.
Tell me of
this curse laid upon both
body and soul
Our main streets are slums
Our best are now bums
So, slam down on that joy stick
flip the switch
click,
to cruise control
Do tell again of these blessed curses
laid upon our body and soul.
Buddy Bee Anthony
All editing and publishing rights reserved as is by this author
All editing and publishing rights reserved as is by this author
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Blessed Curse
Blessed Curse