Ditch Digging
One shovel no handle
Barefoot and stinking
Footprints no longer
Seen in the sand
Got you thinking
Clouds of dust
Got you blinking
Feet buried and dirty
Scared now piss drinking
Belt buckling you down
One shot Abe Lincoln
Lights out stars eclipsed
No more twinkling
Just mood swinging
High – for your grill
because I’m about double chinning
Jaw piece on swole due to
Esteem Shrinking
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