Gravedigger

AliAli Posts: 2,621
edited October 2006 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
He digs himself a hole each day,
Wears his dirty pants to work,
The gravedigger of the neighborhood,
Acting like a total jerk.

He digs the graves and digs his holes,
Not to utter one kind word,
He plays in crypts and eats worms,
that belong to the graveyards' bird.

He demeanor is so nasty still,
Has not a nice word to say,
Though all the people he's dug for,
God knows he'll never find his way.

To Hell or Heaven troubles him not,
He has no care to think,
After he digs the gavediggers holes,
His body turns Russian pink.

For when he dies,who will dig his grave?
You'll hear the distant bell,
For cold,calculating, and careless he is,
No grave for him in hell.


adevc2006 a poem about our arch nemesis.
A whisper and a thrill
A whisper and a chill
adv2005

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