Beespit

I'm living in a hole and I want to go deeper

I never find gold but other things much sweeter

Sweeter than the frosting on the cake

Sweeter than beespit for christ sake

I found the death certificate for my father

And I tunneled to the center of the Earth

I folded it and shoved it in my back pocket

I keep digging

So many people in the world who love me

Toss down the rope ladder to climb and I keep digging

I want out of reach

And yell at them for blocking the sunlight a reflection

In the dark it wasn't angry

I wasn't falling

As long as it keeps reflecting