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Are you real,
or just a poster child.
Are you real,
you know,
you drive em wild.
I'm a poster child,
not unlike you.
up in the spotlight,
could have been you
As a poster child,
poster child of funk.
I know how your waters flow,
Your ole man by the river
told me so.
he said 
give you a kiss, like this,
then go, with the
 heave it and ho.
Cuz, noddin off the way you do
pump pump
sometimes you get that junkie's flu,
pump pump
You said
shame on me? 
no shame,
where were you?
I was there for you,
little poster child,,,
poster child of junk
pumpity punk
Don't give me no funky monkey junk
got enough already Freddie.

Come on downtown to these streets
talk to everyone you meet
and show me your best piece
of work
Let me tell you why
Cuz, I'm your poster child
 of funk. That's why.

Come into my power station
on-line fantasy.
Mega-bites are risin
don't you dare log out on me
But, get off line
get real.
Where the air is fresh
the water cool
the grass forever green.
You stoke my 'magination on
this smokin lap top machine
.
Emmaculate connection
soft words fall down like rain
You blow in like  coo,l brisk, wind
then you hit me like a train.
But, get off line
get real, don't want your tired old
shpiel
come on down to these street
talk to everyone you meet 
and show us your best piece
of work. Again, I'll tell you why.
Cuz, I'm your poster child of funk.
that's why.

You can be my auxilliary
and I will be your main.
Telephone lines are crossin'
'bout drives me insane..
Come into my power station
on line fantasy,
mega-bites are risin'
don't you dare log out on me.
Just get off line, make it real
don't want your tired old shpiel.
Poster child, Poster child of junk
Pumpity Punk...
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Re-Edited 03/29/2023 @6:29 PM Pacific Time


Buddy Bee Anthony






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