Mace in my eyes, Ire in my heart. Desire at the port, Ships cause divide; Yellow violets field, Uplifting and stealing. They never were blue, Banking on healing; They dye red his suit, With hope of upheaving, He dies in it anyway, The price of believing.
Read It? Ask Me Everything I'll push Gord higher on the swing Taking pictures Drawing them "Oh, Well" Is the way it is Leave comments on my everything Really mean them I'll take pics Screenshots If they're jokes or kind Or if young Will would crack at it Backlit scriptures Cherishing The lols The LMF-ing our A's off And the rofl-ing Sun sets daily Raise the pen Draw more Take another pic I'll call the piece Gord in the park I'll post a link That's my art The Post How I package it The reason that I'm drawing pics Writing poems Sharing them Have you seen it? Draw it differently Your art can be some savage meme If you want it Empathy Feel It? It's a personal thing
Cubs pride design to hunt, In parable, from a bird's eye, They sit upon rooftops, Chilling out in caste. Smoking weed and desiring, Maybe the future holds tomorrow, Tomorrow bring the last. Huns perspiring at American funds, Infinite systems of foreign gods. The Americans scoff, Savage preparing for battles cost, Yet they lost. Gold and all. Wasted bombs landed on land, Nobody was ever on. Intelligence of bitten tongues;
Passage to the heart clogged, Life maudlin, poor starting, Racers to support their mark, Post revelation reveal fakery. Mock factories bailing no hay; Poor neighbors decide to stay, Demand jobs and prosperity, And the American way. Self flagellation pays, Workers find jobs, Pride as their mainstay, Thy world in bondage, Thy wounds inflamed.
Handsome men play Diablo Two. Getting keys forever free, Looks alone topple trees, Fire will forever consume. Millennials play Diablo Three, Pay to play, stay for free, Books alone could stand true, Everything better, Diablo Two.
Red Tie, Blue Tie. Presidential Hierarchy.