Poor Dog Poetry # 2 Poem by Eric Cockrell

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cant pay the rent, live in a tent,
pitch it where it's dark.
dumpster diving for your food,
thrown out by the rich and rude,
who have artificial hearts.

doing day work, dont shirk,
sell your soul for nickels and dimes.
gotta be Goodwill or cheap thrills,
hopped up on stolen pills,
gonna end up doing time....

the horns blow, patriots rise.
somewhere another innocent dies.
stars and stripes in the land of lies....
freedom bows her head and cries!