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Digging A Grave (Free verse) by Billy Biff-Chin
I'm digging my own grave
Sorry if I'm beginning to rant and rave
You just made me really sad
Did you expect me to be glad?
Yes, I am a little mad
Because you lied to me
And that made me feel really bad
The dirt is flying behind me
I'm trying to do the same with this bad memory
The grave is taking out the sad
My heart is soaking it up
Like a stupid Fad
I will now enter this grave
Leaving the dirt up top
I will now enter this grave
Hoping all these mixed feelings will stop...
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Arithmetic Mean: 1.6
Weighted score: 4.59471
Overall Rank: 12567
Posted: February 4, 2004 3:23 AM PST; Last modified: February 4, 2004 3:23 AM PST
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I suggest you add the following lines to the end of the first verse:
There's not much I can add
Except that my brother's name is Brad
We like to call him Brad the Cad
As he's been known to suck my chad
I always run to tell my dad
He says "Well, you're trouble, lad"
So I run off to my small pad
It's radical (or, as I say, "rad")
I've redecorated - well, just a tad
With a portrait of the Impaler, Vlad
I've only got one blue knee pad
I took it to the old launch pad
And ran into Juanita from Mossad
She suggested I use a mouse pad
For my other knee as they do in Riyadh
I confiscated her sketch pad
And placed a large newspaper ad
To find a woman, scantily clad,
To run off with to the capital of Chad