Gord

2026-05-25 09:20 pm

Macho dancer, nacho boy,
Follower, borrowed language,
Patterned, upon another land.
They call you boy, not a man.

Hollow laughter from the distance,
Borrowed valor, from deep sadness.
Thirty seven candles later you visit, 
Sorrow, passion, anger, business,
All over a taco salad?
I thought you had charisma?

They say your life, not your plan...
Also talent, not what you had.

Abscence, between smashing.
Not pathetic and sad,
Crippled by lattice fences,
Under another mask.

They call me often, I'm in demand.

Another sunset and other bands,
People are as carbon is to plants,
Commerce is to banks,
Son is to a dad.