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Dig Me A Hole
Dig me a hole,
No, I'll dig it myself
So I can choke on the soil
Munch on each rock
Let the worms have my Soul
Let them devour a decent meal.
I didn't mean that,
I don't taste good,
The worms wouldn't eat me,
The ground hogs would...
Or maybe a mole, he could
Have my Soul,
And don't worry about money
For my coffin.
Don't throw me a funeral
No one would show up
Not even the grave digger,
Who surrendered his shovel
When I told him, "This is a stickup."
And pretend you never met me
Because it's what you're thinking, secretly.
And pretend I was just a figment
Of your weak imagination.
And spit on my grave,
I don't want a headstone
And tell every grave robber
To not bother, go home,
There's nothing but dirt left of her,
And her bones.
