The Rock


The things
We
DO
for a lil’
thing. Precious.
Incandescent.
Diamonds. A girl’s best friend!
‘Cause they?
Kill people, reap
lands, the commoner
picks it, but not worthy
NOT
            WORTHY
of such material possessions
that started in their hands
                                    Dug Up
from the Earth. Thousands
at a time so common
so pricey, what a conflict.
Commoners,
precious little ones,
delicate fingers slashed, eyes
burning, drained, lungs
congested, infected with cut-dust
working poverty rates
for the 4 Cs,
color, cut, clarity, carat.
Young girl, princess fantasy
crusted in your eyes,
“the rock” black, pink,
Canary yellow illusion
disguised as ever lasting love.
Crystalized symbol
of manhood, more $$$$ is better,
symbol of vows-


manufactured, like a princess.


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