DIG
DAVE THE POET

Dig that ditch, It will be your life
Learn to think, Not just read and write
Second chances, Don’t come with warranties
But you can charge, The American Dream

How does it feel, To be bought and sold
Old and young, You’ve been told
How do things seem
The peoples nightmare, Is a corporate scheme
In a world, Full of electricity
The color blind, Can’t see
Enlist, Be all you can be
Drafted, For your country
Only rule breakers, Live free
Does the grunt, Taste the cream
We are all dying, For The American Dream

Give, To where you live
Money, Saves lives
God’s forgive
Please love me
I love you
What else, Can we do
The first thing, A newborn sees
Is its global family
A feral virgin
Living, The American Dream