Gord

2014-12-18 12:00 am

Dodging the dollar I fandangle financially,
Result is loss of respect, a market pit.
Target direct, managing not a hit.
Mockery is the result, and cannabis.
Cancel my appointments, I have appointments,
Anointment of jewel'd gold on consignment.
Appropriate for me is the wealth of a king,
Misappropriated funds of those supine,
Inappropriate funding given to those who sing.
Reality's funnel continues to decline,
Continuing to be, as its always been.

Gord

2014-12-17 12:00 am

Wallow as I make fire upon my hand,
Dire locks upon mired thoughts of a man,
Swallowed like inner parts of a clam.

Gord

2014-12-05 12:00 am

Triad written, triad lost.
Writer smitten upon those accost.
Freely written upon winter snow.
Merely smitten with long lost globe.
Toward the mark I ride alone,
Never to hit only return to atone.
So, yes, I did smoke the dope.
I french inhaled and redistributed smoke.