a cocky’s morning

Poem #48 from Small Town Kid

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christmas beetles
and paddocks bathed in heat

scrawny cows
with white in their eyes
awaiting milking
for relief

a big-striding man
walks across the yard
to survey
another day

seven mornings
in a week
the same damn things
just like it’s always been

not a lot
to laugh about
not much
to raise a smile

the season is shot
and the politicians
are bad
add a useless new son-in-law
and the cocky’s lot
is a pain
in the arse

a pain in the arse

© Frank Prem 2009

Small Town Kid Poem 49: between sink and stove


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