Dug Up
12/23/20
Been one heck of a year and some month
Recently got a buzz cut
I'm buzzed yup
I was down and I was up
No longer such a young buck
Always f***ed up
What a f*** up
Shut up
And hush up
Pettiness continually being dug up
I'll take you out barehanded, or with num-chuks
Try to confront me and puff up
But quickly got roughed up
And scuffed up
Shut the f*** up
I don't ever need any thumbs up
You either did or didn't have enough guts
Fell down stayed there or was able to jump up
Before the towel was hung up
It was splattered about like bug guts
Spread amongst us
Always trying to instruct us
Yet so quick to confront us
Never been or plan on going for a duck hunt
Can't say the same for so and so, or such and such
Call it dumb luck
Often I lucked up
And was able to one up
The other half of the time, it was tough luck
Too many people being a suck up
Stuck up and a dumb f***
As they continue to bluff much
My eyes stuck shut
Occasionally over did it, but rarely ever would up chuck
Why must
They remind us
That eventually our time's up
If you deserve it, my trust you earned it
I'll tell you what's up
And what's what
From here to beyond Lubbock
Always working towards getting the funds up
Not quitting when the moons out or when the suns up
Saw it or did not see the gun tucked
Because they've had enough of
A world that is f***ed up
In the past a lot of shrubs and brush cut
Once in awhile the job required a lug nut
Fathom, that some people are still living in a mud hut
Having nearly nothing, except for just one cup
Copyright © Dalton Ogletree | Year Posted 2020
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