Tell Me The Truth Poem by Buddy Bee Anthony

Tell Me The Truth



If you you don't want my kind slinkin' around.
you wanna push me around
hold me back,
run me down,
Leave me cold and lonesome
at the Dog Pound.
lay it on me,
Lay it down,
just tell me the truth
Mr, Honorable Barrister.

If you cringe at my sound.
Don't want my groove
gettin' down.
wanna mess me up
smack me down.
Forward my last known address
to the lost and found
Lay it on me
lay it on down.
tell me the truth
Trip Sister


You oncehad me pegged
as a mean gene
The bridge of our scene
reinventing the machine
The lay
of your street
The up in your beat
A safe place
to hide
when you feel
the heat.
That; s my fair offer
that's all I can do.
So, if you don't want my kind of animal
around, You don't think I should be on the loose.
I ask you plain and simply
what kind of animal are you.
Or what's your best excuse.
To be consumed and finally exhumed as part of a tragic 9 hole miniature golf course, rest stop, petting zoo, .
I know you and you'd still be holding out for better,
You said I was a different kind of animal. One that might not be rise to have running on the loose.
I'm invasive in thirty four states.
So, what's your excuse..
i'm gettin' a bad rap for killing all the fish and the flaura, fauna,
and
spreading like a weed
But, your eyes decieve. I am an emaculate parasite.,
I am your nemesis. Historic enemies, your long crested families warned you would come after your land, through your daughters and sons. Those weeds spread and choke off other plants. And before you know it, one of your spores has landed in our egg and that makes us partners. dark, Godless Partners.
Partners with spells and with magic they are less trustworthy than hungry rattlesnakes.
I know, I was raised by these elitist, ruthless S, O, B''S.
I don't know why everyone is asking the wrong questions, Interuption in the flow of ths poem, So, another reason why you may not want my kind around
want to beat me black and bloody
up and down
Leave me alone and lonesome
at the lost and found
lay it on me.
lay it on down just tell me the truth.
Grift Sister.




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Buddy Bee Anthony
Re-edited 01/20/2023 @ 8: 17 AM, Pacific Standard Time

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