Dig

Take that new shovel I gave you my son

The one with jewel crusted spade; that’s the one

Now go out and dig, with all of your might

And search for the treasures that were lost in the night

If I could have but one, O’ what a sight

I would be, yes just me

All the world would flock to go see

The glory of fabulous, wonderful me!

O’ the thought of that treasure fills me with glee!

How now? Hold on! Why have you not gone?

That treasure is waiting you mindless young prawn

The treasure that glows with the golden-red hue

And drips liquid silver like fresh morning dew

Get out! Get out! I will have what I’m due

You’ll fetch me my prize, no matter the size

I will not lose this chance to be king ‘cause of you

I am Midas and Genghis, Napoleon too!

I am the captain and YOU are my crew

Hell and Damnation, Blight and Castration!

Hexes and poxes and curses on you!

I’ll make camp in your flesh and find with your bones

The diamonds and silver and such precious stones

That were given to me from God’s own two hands

Directly to me from the rank, filthy sands

That could only be spawned from the things just like you

I will have my treasure, I’ll have what I’m due

Look higher and lower, under and through

It matters to me not what you have to do

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O Father you wound us with your sick love of vice

Your daggers of fire and poisoned black ice

Crafting the lust of a monster in wait

Who’s waiting to seize that succulent bait

The bait that’s before us is set father dear

And this bad wounded beast is something to fear

Keep still now your tongue! Now let is digress

The cause of our fearsome but justly unrest

You call us your sons but your kin we am not

Born from a seed that is not of your lot

My true father dear would not rule through tears

And keep me in ruin for all of these years

My true father would want me to live and to grow

To nurture and lead me through life, this I know!

Now on to this treasure you claim for your own

To add to your already wonderful throne

Nothing we know of could possibly bear

Grace to your terrible, miserable chair

Not one from our God in all of his love

Would think to send you a gift from above

For gifts are given out of love and respect

You have earned neither, just fear and regret
Regret that you were even once in his mind

A concept one day in time out of time

Your greed is only surpassed by your hate

And desire to master our luck and our fate

And this is the reason why you wont see

A brass ring, glass bead or penny

For the real treasure is something inside

And something you cannot dig up and hide

It has to be shared and shared it will be

The true find is love, trust, and caring you see

And maybe one time you weren’t astray

But now your desire just keeps it away

So for now you will search and plunder in vain

For we will not dig for you ever again

Dedicated to the children of abusive/ neurotically overachieving parents Have faith; more people care about you than you might think