Throw the dirt on me. (first draft)


Whispers in the dark

Of deeds, imagined slight

From heads bowed in feigned despair

Poison words take flight 

Throw the dirt on me my friends

Throw the dirt on me

To Rumours hark

Unjust ,imagined sight

When tearful eyes bore witness

Stories gain new height

Throw the dirt on me my friends

Throw the dirt on me

No headstones mark

The grave, been dug

By hoax and innuendo

And falsehoods tug

Throw the dirt on me my friends

Throw the dirt on me

Varied lies you bark

Brutal fists you slug

Self confidence I treasure

Shamelessly you mug

Throw the dirt on me my friends

Throw the dirt on me

To you, it’s just a lark

With every shovel full

Just A joke, this living burial

This character you sull 

Throw the dirt on my my friends

As live as you I am

By rumours, lies, and scuttlebutt

Throw the dirt on me 

——————–

Daniel O’Neail 05/2016 

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