And So I Sing Poem by Buddy Bee Anthony

It doesn't matter what I wear.
Or how I style my thinning hair.
When weighted down with tons of bling,
no one takes notice ''til I sing.
You may hear me spin a tall tailed yarn
How all your horses ran out the barn
Friend or foe feel I'm interesting,
only when I sing,
and so I sing.

When I describe the body politic
you may think I'm laying it on too thick.
Proud, I bellow from the valleys,
to the hills
as your Majesty,
The King
when I sing,
and so I sing.

A soothe sayer,
I shall be
of great renown.
With paying customers,
gathered round.
My heat is stunning
blistering.
When I sing,
and so I sing.

When whispering softly
in your other ear,
you can't quite make out
what I'm saying,
nor shed a salty tear,
unless I sing,
and so I sing...

A town crier I shall remain
in dis-repute.
with my audience
in disarray
and in dispute.
With all points being moot.
if I don't sing.
and so I sing
and sing
and sing
and sing
and sing...



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Buddy Bee Anthony

Re-edited 10/15/2025 @ 6: 10 PM Pacific Time