MY EMPIRE OF DIRT
It's not that I have a big piece of ground,
a small piece of earth can still smell rotten.
It's not that I've thrown seeds all around,
it just seems those would soon be forgotten.
What I have remains long after the spring
thaws come to warm earth and still frozen soil.
What I have comes with a powerful sting ...
I'm the squeaky wheel, and I need some oil.
I have news, I have scoop! Gossip have I
to tell to the world, to light up the night.
It's my empire of dirt, so don't you try
to make me pull it away from the light.
My empire, kingdom - my news to tell -
sometimes even the truth can start to smell.
Michelle Balletto-Wooten
© 6-3-12
