Not For Sale!

black coffee...
a blood pressure pill,
one aspirin, two ibuprofen,
and up to face the day!

what doesnt hurt
often fumbles or stumbles.
set your chin,
and tear down a wall!

truth barks,
and often growls.
what stinks just stinks,
no need to cover!

the work we do
with mechanical souls,
merely feeds the body,
what about the mind?

years sharpen doubt...
cold water is cold.
and poverty and loss...
you know the rest!

black coffee...
dont try to sell me.
i can still feel the heat,
and my soul is not for sale!

poem by Eric Cockrell
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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