5/23/11

a hammer, cold chisel & a pickaxe & a lifetime underground

chasing veins of precious head bangin heavy metals we move earth.
dirts that are worthy of the sluice box got to be hauled out by us natives.
thats the only sunshine we get to enjoy is when rugging out the paydirt
on our heads a lifetime of labor in favor of cracking the whip.
it was our choice & we made it there are already too many drill sgts.
in this world so we put our heads down like worker ants & get through another day.

breakin ground like a schematic! i take it when theres some to be got
& when not i attempt to better myself & make improvements on my tiny lot
& when i get a good chance i sit & writ it especially if it aint been wrought
& i can hardly see through the smoke & i probly oughta brew another half pot
to keep this buzz a-flyin like queen ant herself
& tip toe & stay all small & mythy like an elf
& ill whip up another half batch of cement if the weather ever gets decent
& build it rock by rock let the stones talk & set up stagin when its time for ascent.
until then im content to work at eye level & course it all up past my navel, nevel!

you cant rush stonework especially if youre trying to match God's specs
i realize He had no need for mortar, but im not omniscient dont forget
but i am a darn good guesser & lessser men definitely fret
when they see my work ethic, attn to detail & willingness to get dirty & wet!

you cant rush stonework especially if you like your toes.
you go too high in one spot in a day & well, you know how that goes
it crashes down upon theeeeeee & all thy hard work was for naught
not to mention the bumps bruises & broken appendages you got

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