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If you need somebody to pin the crime on.
you can pin it on the likes of me
I'm a  big boppin  bomb poppin
nightlife swinger
that about sums up me.


I guess, you could say I'm an anti-role model
I'll steal from your mother a sloppy french kiss.
I'll be just enough drug to ease all her pain
while she overdoses on whatever it is.
I'm an irascible, immaculate working fool.
I come with parlor tricks 
they won't teach you in school...

I  sputter, flutter and fly
I'm the sty
reddening your pretty green eyes.
I'm the final solution
to your burning question
Why my charming, allure
is what everyone else  
screams is a pestilence
I'm  where your journey ends
and has been
 your fondest pipe dream
a recurring nightmare  
a terror unseen.


A thrill so forbidden
you can't help but open one eye
to peek
on closed circuit color TV
I'm on the hunt,
on the prowl,
in a groove
on the move.
I'm
in search of new ways to
inject snake venom in you.
Turn to my station 
so we can get buzzed
Busy
as bumble bees, that's what
my misery does.

If you're a tender innocent,
depressed or just sad. 
Its best, you hide in the bush
or run like mad.

Cuz, that's what I do
is  turn- screws on untameable shrews.
I'm not the honey bee.

I don't go down easy
like  "Sue Bee"..,
 I'm a killer-bee primed to  
 break out some real bad, ugly--
and my next moving target is you.

I'm a Masterful Fool
A connoissure of chaos and disaster.
I'm nobody's tool 
build human statues from plaster.

I'll get my big weapons out
they're my next of kin.
Understand the huge risk 
Before dealing yourself in  
or you and your chips
will be deep in my pocket
You lose and I win.



Buddy Bee Anthony

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Re-Edited
12/23/2023 @ 3:00 PM Pacific Standard Time





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