Standing My Ground is My Insurance Plan Poem by Buddy Bee Anthony

I see some of you wrackin your
brains,
but, you're still not clear.
why I'm singin my
songs in your front yard out here.
It seemed like the right thing to do.
Wake up the dead,
do the old soft shoe.
Don't pay me no mind,
singing away to some other babe.
I'm just havin my half
hour of fun.
stick a fork in me.
I like to sing in the Sun.

It's a soul enriching red letter
day, It fills me with power.
They've told me to freeze
cease, and desist.
or they'll throw me into the tower.
When I resist, they use zip ties
truss me up like a turtle.
If you're comin for me.
Then do it now,
no compromise
or halfway deals
If we can't agree
to disagree
Testify why I can't fly my colors
Fear dissipates love as
Love dissipates fear.
Is it too much to ask
to share the love
Let it start here.
I still believe
in the words of
a great man who once said,
all we have to fear is fear itself.
If you think about fear.
It's not a pronoun, a person, place
it's certainly not a need.
I try not to give fear a place to breed.

I'm going to say it again,
if you didn't hear.
If all we have to fear with fear
is fear itself.
Then why fear me
making laws against
dirty white boys talkin' smack.
You can drop your dime
I'm tough enough to
do hard time.

But, when I'm out on conditional release
The good judge offers me clemency
For singin' my silly old blues.
on the street.
can't help but pursue
my happiness your honor.
So, if you have to,
haul me away
to the clam,
and you whisk me away through your
next locked door for a wanted man
Put the cuffs on me
I'll become your dark legend,
the stuff of bad dreams
But, how can I repent.
When music fills me with revelry,
Don't pay me no bother.
I'll push along soon.
there's plenty of corners
to howl and croon.
Besides who listens to fools like me?
Maybe law men walkin' their beat
If I'm an itch you must scratch
make it your mission to
move my act off Main street
I'm not going anywhere
I have no lesson to learn.
I know my place is right here.
No apology bossman
Drawing my line in the burning sand
a line you can't cross.
I'm diggin in draggin' my feet,
holding on for dear life
over my dead body
you won't cross twice.
charge up your stun guns.
May a jury be comprised of
good father's and Sons
Proclaim in
the tabloids I'm your next
public enemy number one.
Try if you must to rip out my heart
For not having the talent
or the spark I've got.
Guilty of being the main event,
hotter than hot.

so, if you're gunnin' for me
do it now, I can deal
if you're set on hauling me away
do it for real.
Threaten me, take me to jail
Tie me down onto your punishment wheel.
You'll find me on the front lines
when I get out.
I'll still be first on the block
with folk songs to shout.
in the arena
be it one or two falls
Hang up your phone your honor
reverse the call.
Sentence me to community service.
I'm Buddy Bee
with a stinger to please
I'm a player
ever drawing my lines
in the sand.
Standing my vocal ground
is my insurance plan.



Buddy Bee Anthony

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