Best Digger Poems

Well, now that I am registered officially,
into the ranks of those who search and dig,
for gold, and paper that's done and serialized,
or plastic that buys the pleasures on high,
I might as well sit down and think hard,
about all that I will buy with gold and...

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(A true story)

Now i grow older, and beauteous memories turn to weeds,
this blood in my veins turn to water, like a river cold desolute
in the valley bleeds. Yet still on the hill rise i see
"Aunt Mary" Her hair more golden by the day, when my...

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You go to work,
toil hard all day.
Works for me,
keeps you out of my way.
At the end of the month
you get your salary,
then you can buy me gifts,
with which to lavish me.

Wine and dine me
a few times a week,
then another I wont seek.
I need my hair...

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When you see her face
bucks are written all over
waiting to find her victim

Drinking your own blood
until you are fully drained
hah all the way to the bank.....

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half his age
and nearly twice his
height
pretty as a picture
but none too bright
 
he loves her open
arms (and legs) –
his “tart”
spread-eagled on his
sports-car’s bonnet
 
she likes him for
his open mind and
open heart
but most of all –
his open wallet
 
she intends to stick
with him through
thick and thicker
and...

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Gold Digger

now I'm not saying she's a gold digger
but her hands are in my pants pants pants
and I'm thinking as far as I can figure
she's not asking me to dance dance dance 

cause the only tune I can hear playing
is the one that's in my...

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Gold Digger

My teacher says...
Me study everyday...
Me will be smart...
Life will be a lark..

Me no study, 
Me no care,
Me go marry 
A millionaire..

Me no beauty...
Me no need worry...
Me get money...
Go get plastic surgery...

Me a ravishing beauty...
Me ready to marry...
Me snare a rich man...
A millionaire the better...

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GOLD DIGGER
                  Once, a gold digger I met.                    ...

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killing for love? we should out grow it 
unless it's for deceivers and you know it
those less fortunate charity recievers
those pretty eye's and nails
masscara  that never fails
those that are witty for a reason
allways dressed up for the season
when you speak their eye's are wide...

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A wealthy old man in his fifties,
Loved a young girl he thought was just nifty.
His friends didn't like her.
They called her a piker.
But the old man said she was just spiffy.

He wished to marry the fraulein.
Asked his friends, "Do you think she'll be mine?"
I have...

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She's the type of girl,
Whose name everybody knows.
Because of all the guys she's been with.
That's just the way it goes.

Long lashed baby blues,
Her hair, a honey gold.
Her body, every mans desire,
But her empty heart is cold.

She promises forever,
Then leaves you without shame.
After she's gotten what...

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The neverending torrent of bodies
The people whose relatives passed
The piles and piles of bodybags
That only recently amassed

‘Tis my job as a grave digger
To hide them away in the ground
To keep them from the people
Since they spread the virus around

This young and just made graveyard
Is already...

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Hyper as anything
Our Golden Cocker Spaniel
Digger is his name



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As I gaze upon the crimson tide
Tears of sorrow I cannot hide
Comrades fallen, slain and dead
I wish they'd taken me instead
In shock I wonder to where fallen mates are
Wiping my memory but it will leave a scar
Muffled yelling falls silent forever
Jimmy and Thommo, I'll forget...

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Spit fire and spin honey,
the target-a wealthy man and his money.

She has no other talent that qualifies,
just the sum of what quantifies.

She's got cause and family ties,
under the guise of friendship and lies.

Depending on time to line her pockets,
she waits like a spider to sign...

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