All the Rage Back Home

Dug a well
thought I would sell
water in buckets
to thirsty people
from my hand-crafted
deep and round and
dark and sound
and cold and wet well
and when I found the
rock at the bottom and saw
the dirt floating up
above my hair
shoving a spade until
the spade bent and no ground gave
then I realized
I may have dug to bedrock
so I cut my losses
being my own boss
I ordered my tired legs to sell
the water I had dug
only to find when I returned
water had gone out of style
thrown aside for coca cola
but luckily
dirt has become all the rage back home