Eric Cockrell Poems

i am absolutely enraged at the current political state of this country.
shutdown, no shutdown, last minute hysterics, cant pay our soldiers,
but the politicians damn sure gonna get paid!
this isnt a game, it's not a joke, it's not one hand trumps the other!
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if every man in America
could reach his own member
with his own mouth,
we wouldnt have a problem
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i dont feel the need
to ever own again.
houses, cars, credit cards
mean nothing to me!
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snow birds screeching in the trees,
bare limbs bent with time and promise..
desolate, hungry clouds from the south,
and the quiet before the storm.
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what happens when
the United States of America
cant pay the rent?
i mean, do we get evicted?
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there is a rare beauty
in the simplest of things...
the door knob tarnished,
the book with the worn cover.
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trees cut,
to widen the road,
homeless owls and spiders,
marching heads down.
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what does it mean to be free
does anybody care
the lost sounds of liberty
the last honest prayer
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small children with dirty faces
playing on a cold floor;
rags stuffed in cracks,
'round the windowsills...
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these hands,
that took yours
and walked away from all
we knew.
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