Stop Digging!

Being Polite

Trying to smile, with a coal burning in my mouth:
Not a pretty sight.
This is what I look like,
When I am being polite.

Gathering glances, and shooting them back:
Forever defending my right to attack.
A voice too loud,
A walk too slow,
I don’t want to be here,
But where else can I go?

Dragging my friends to the depths of the earth,
Forgetting that precious first rule,
For every man down a hole:
Stop digging.