bloggod: Plumb line

Leaning on yer shovel, staring at the phone

Holes don't dig themselves

You ain't al Capone

Your ex can wait to nag over what you'd soon forget

Drop the call

Drop the gadget

Drop it in the cement

Ring out the bandana

Sweating overtime

Silence all incoming domestic jive

Pick up that hoe, mix the mud a little more

Eighty bag to go

It's not worth the weeping

Toss it in the box

Muriatic heartbreak got you soggy in your socks

Pull the forms, it's nearly set

We've finalized separation

Rebar lattice the details

It's the pour around the nation

Dump the squawkie talkie

You got yourself to blame

Your necks gone red to white

Blue balls feel the same

Fido is doing great

The kids getting straightish B's

Run a plumb line on your own time, honey please

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