The Sophist

2014-04-15 12:00 am

Is staff all insubordinate,
Or management defunct?
Will anybody fill the holes,
Of corporations fucked?
Busy-bodied filthy moles,
Art of ethics trumped.
On cliffs she has me climbing poles,
'Till brain's a bluish funk,
In defiance of their shallow souls,
I tie my rope and jump,
Economically concordant soul,
Laughing, I spelunked.

Kodyboi

2014-04-15 12:00 am

A spark of excitement,
The riot van quietly rolls silently.
A flash of light, A firefight ignites.
Tonight is night, and it seemingly flies by.

To wake up in a daze with beauty deified,
In an illusion, or a pool of your own blood, useless.
Truncheons let loose and looser yet the coppers too.
Two men's fates hastened to a slate,
One an enemy, and one of the state.
One to die in his place,
One to die as a lopper, name in disgrace.

Kodyboi

2014-04-15 12:00 am

I'm the one you call the extremist.
God's forsaken lunatic, fear upon nations,
I detect and re-inflict pains past.
My legacy is forever lasting.

I am no one, to be reviled,
I am the one to sit and admire.
Jumping rope at the end of the street.
With no stone cast, no stone falls to me.

Gord

2014-04-15 12:00 am

My new world is atwixt.
Filled with candy and chocolate.
With a wafer so crisp.