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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