from the day of your birth
I have been hard at work
scraping away all that lurks
digging your final place on this earth
i do not care about your life
how you died
or how many times you lied
i do not even care about your wife
all you are to me is a hole
just another plot to dig
and a tombstone to rig
digging away like a mole
your life is done
it doesn’t matter who you know
or how much money you throw
i hope those whose holes i have just begun
take heed of his plot
live a full life
do not fear the knife
because in the end all we do is rot