It Don't Cost Money Poem by Buddy Bee Anthony

Before I'm off to my next show.
I have a few final requests.

First, grab my medication
then get onto the Hindenburg Overpass.
bypass the skid row, cloverleaf.
Hatch another hair brained scheme
to convince me and the brain trust
I'm a step ahead
of those slackers who have stopped
furthering their station


I don't have time to
think' about how I may have fallen behind.
Or if I'm of touch,
or out of my mind.
I have my full plate full
with this sweet talkin woman,
keeps things fresh and new..

Her all night ways
wash away these day time blues.
I start up my engines
she's my coolant and lube.
She's two wrongs
that somehow make a right.
The exception to the rule.
Fightin' the very good fight.
We do a whole lot of nothin
sometimes
we sit down to a great meal.
I think I'm doin the drivin'
but her hand is on the wheel.
One step ahead of the heat
If we get caught
they can't throw away the key
Since we're out on bail
on conditional release.
Call me a wanna be 21st century
new age pimp
a white boy talkin trash on the public streets
There has to be a law against
damn fools like me.
so do what you must.
Put those chains on me.
Make me your next news legend
at eleven and three.
I'll be bonded
in an hour,
and it's usually free.
I'm snatching my fifteen
minutes of infamy before somebody
tosses me in the pokey
and swallows the key.
If you really want to silence
me on the public street,
Until there's some legal play to haul
me away,
Smokey and his hangin' judge to cut my hair.


I'm singing loud and clear.
Looking through this foggy haze
to a greater next year.
And I'll snatch up my hour of rhyme
fifteen minutes of fame time.
before they truss me like
a Tom Turkey, placing the zip ties
on me. It feeds the fires
of inspiration and creativity
and it doesn't cost money.
It's absolutely free.

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Buddy Bee Anthony