DIRT 2 by Zaheim

Dirt 2 Zaheim

The Need of home, For worms alike, The depths that the creatures can go For Needs. The coppery smell of -DirtThe dirt feels soft yet rigid at the same time When damp the worms play When Dry the worms stay Underground

The little pieces of Iron in the dirt, That’s how it gets its metal-like taste. Don’t ask how I know what dirt tastes like, I just do. The dogs that dig, the captain cleans the brig, from the dirt on it.

The Need of Home, for people All around The things that they will do For Needs. Working hard for money, commuting to school, every day. The Wind blowing gently against the vest The ground, Hard, Concrete, —“ShkShkShk”— my shoes go. When Wet the People stay When Dry the people Play In the sun.