Dug a hole in the ground for my baby.
“Betray me once and we’re in the clear,
Shoot me trice and you can no longer blame me.”
Your emerald eyes turn moldy in fear.
Or is it the decomposition?
Difficult to tell when the end’s so near,
Difficult to let go of the friction.
The lonely road nearby watches in silence,
My only co-conspirator in these times,
The only safe bet through this sea of violence.
My father told me to never speak of my crimes.
But I differ, I’m singing this one like a ballad
And selling my soul for six dimes.
So, I’m off to the next town as you grow pallid.
You’ll be cold and forgotten before I cross the state lines.
And they were right to warn you about the pretty lady,
You never should’ve started the strife.
Dug a hole in the ground for my baby.
“Betray me first and I’ll lower the knife,
Cut me trice and you’ll never play me again,
You’ll be done with your life.”
-JW
The Daily Writing of Jackie Wright 