Nothing of dirt

dirt

Digging a hole, deeper and wider
Filling it with assonance,
Assonance, assonance.

Digging a whole, family divider
Filling it with arrogance
Arrogance, arrogance.

Digging a grave, marked out beside her,
Filling it with happenstance
Happenstance, happenstance.

For all the life of digging,
Not much dirt was moved.
For all her goddamn listening
Little did she prove.

Digging a hole deeper, deeper
Deeper.

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About Pitboss14

Cosmic surfer of paradoxes.
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