Dirty Water

Here lies a girl, a friend and daughter

Who kept things secret like she oughta

When people shouted and threw things

She picked her lips and stroked her rings.

She thought of any but herself,

She nursed the healthy back to health.

All good things come to good jail bait

That knows its place to sit and wait

And knows that how, in its own time,

It is expected after crime

For some to sink and some leave waste,

Some lie down and others haste.

Here lies a girl, a friend and daughter

Who lay down once in dirty water.

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