Shovels, And Whores!

shovels and whores!
cant get nothing done,
for digging people out

in way too deep,
and loaning money to whores
for their crack rock pillows,

their babies crying
with hunger cursed lips.
addicts and losers,

prisoners put out,
to work the streets, or die.
and the unemployed breed

with despair driven need,
old people eating dogfood
with plastic spoons....

fight and give, eyes in the back
of your head, back to the wall...
shovels and whores,

all God's children gotta live!

poem by Eric Cockrell
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!