Tattoos in Mayberry
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I can only write from prolonged experience.
How things have changed and how they've remained the same
Back in my day
It wasn't unusual or a scandal when a teacher dated a student.
It was considered mentoring,
not child abuse,, but a rights-of-passage, honorarium
affirming one's passage into sexual adulthood.
It held honor to be chosen by someone
with experience, and a patient loving touch.
and for both, a delicious distraction,
with the, convenience of proximity..
in my day, we fought for turf
and struggled mightily for status,
men and women fought in struggle, for pecking order positions.
Wars were fought on and off the gridiron for glory and love..
Sometimes there'd be a rumble.
Between two warring sides, or a few of us.
in order to lay out and establish sexual property rights.
In my day,we worked hard
and partied just as hard.
Planning our work to work our plans
We generously and freely celebrated our lives
and felt pride to promote the successes of our family and good friends.
grateful to be able to share in any good fortune
amongst peers..,
..
In my day
us boys who were boys
knew the men who were man
and we strived through the example they set
to one day
reach our own best selves as grown men..,
We paid tribute to those great ones,
who were gone before their time..
In my day their was little uncertainty
where we were on the status tree.
Lines weren't blurred til we couldn't see
who placed where on the totem pole.
In my day, if a flash dance didn't do the trick
we'd write a love poem to give it to special guy or girl
even if just for a hug or a kiss..
Holding their hand for a while, at a movie.
Promising no more of a miracle than this.
It was alright to be uncertain to not decide.
Take another sweetheart for a ride.
and maybe another and another.
Because there were so many flavors.
to try.
It's no shame men have always had the scorecard.
Women, get pregnant.and give birth.
Men got their validation
from other boys and grown men.
For women,
you dropped little poopsy,
and oopsy you're in.
...
If you and your man gave birth to a girl.
You both looked again
at their parts to make sure
it's going to have every opportunity
to score as hight as they could
on the scoreboard.
hopefully accomplishing more in 20 odd years
than just to pop a toe headed grand kid.
Parents, are you aware
why you named your daughter Amanda
After looking diligently,
there indeed was a slit
just a hole.
Off , little princess she shall go
to get an equal opportunity education
on a sports scholarship.
How much can we mess with nature's course
remove a zebras stripes.
and call it a race horse.
In my day
I dont' recall so much identity confusion,
men were men and women were woman
we didn't have as many Amanda's, Billies' or Rickies.
we did have many Mary's Sherry's, Missy's and Pam's
She may not want to remember you in the morning
but, how could you both forget yesterday's dance.
In my day, we'd try most anything once,
Entering at our own risk.
Hitting the bong,
Many sniffed glue, tried poppers
smoked crack...
Our exploits didn't define us
some made big money
movers and shakers
others were happier than a pig in slop
eeking out a living on a chicken ranch
Because in my day
we knew how to put on a show
how to stop, start and go.
In my day
we had no computer link ups
We savored great works
like we were wooing a lover
We didn't judge the whole book
by the look of it's cover. ...
.
.Buddy Bee Anthony
All; editing, publishing and copying rights reserved as is by this author
Re-edited 03/18/2023 @ 10:22 PM Pacific Time
How things have changed and how they've remained the same
Back in my day
It wasn't unusual or a scandal when a teacher dated a student.
It was considered mentoring,
not child abuse,, but a rights-of-passage, honorarium
affirming one's passage into sexual adulthood.
It held honor to be chosen by someone
with experience, and a patient loving touch.
and for both, a delicious distraction,
with the, convenience of proximity..
in my day, we fought for turf
and struggled mightily for status,
men and women fought in struggle, for pecking order positions.
Wars were fought on and off the gridiron for glory and love..
Sometimes there'd be a rumble.
Between two warring sides, or a few of us.
in order to lay out and establish sexual property rights.
In my day,we worked hard
and partied just as hard.
Planning our work to work our plans
We generously and freely celebrated our lives
and felt pride to promote the successes of our family and good friends.
grateful to be able to share in any good fortune
amongst peers..,
..
In my day
us boys who were boys
knew the men who were man
and we strived through the example they set
to one day
reach our own best selves as grown men..,
We paid tribute to those great ones,
who were gone before their time..
In my day their was little uncertainty
where we were on the status tree.
Lines weren't blurred til we couldn't see
who placed where on the totem pole.
In my day, if a flash dance didn't do the trick
we'd write a love poem to give it to special guy or girl
even if just for a hug or a kiss..
Holding their hand for a while, at a movie.
Promising no more of a miracle than this.
It was alright to be uncertain to not decide.
Take another sweetheart for a ride.
and maybe another and another.
Because there were so many flavors.
to try.
It's no shame men have always had the scorecard.
Women, get pregnant.and give birth.
Men got their validation
from other boys and grown men.
For women,
you dropped little poopsy,
and oopsy you're in.
...
If you and your man gave birth to a girl.
You both looked again
at their parts to make sure
it's going to have every opportunity
to score as hight as they could
on the scoreboard.
hopefully accomplishing more in 20 odd years
than just to pop a toe headed grand kid.
Parents, are you aware
why you named your daughter Amanda
After looking diligently,
there indeed was a slit
just a hole.
Off , little princess she shall go
to get an equal opportunity education
on a sports scholarship.
How much can we mess with nature's course
remove a zebras stripes.
and call it a race horse.
In my day
I dont' recall so much identity confusion,
men were men and women were woman
we didn't have as many Amanda's, Billies' or Rickies.
we did have many Mary's Sherry's, Missy's and Pam's
She may not want to remember you in the morning
but, how could you both forget yesterday's dance.
In my day, we'd try most anything once,
Entering at our own risk.
Hitting the bong,
Many sniffed glue, tried poppers
smoked crack...
Our exploits didn't define us
some made big money
movers and shakers
others were happier than a pig in slop
eeking out a living on a chicken ranch
Because in my day
we knew how to put on a show
how to stop, start and go.
In my day
we had no computer link ups
We savored great works
like we were wooing a lover
We didn't judge the whole book
by the look of it's cover. ...
.
.Buddy Bee Anthony
All; editing, publishing and copying rights reserved as is by this author
Re-edited 03/18/2023 @ 10:22 PM Pacific Time
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