Gord

2019-01-11 06:34 am

A Barrie kid grows,
A ferry, stone's throw,
Parry sound, Toronto,
Pound it out, big smoke.

This season I'll move downtown,
City planners dictate high spots,
How? Do they sell drugs now?
They only make dumps, dry drops,
Build highways on your houses,
Hope the best for us.

Eyes water, why bother?
Save yourself a level of honor,
Tomorrow it will be your brother.