Gord

2025-02-25 06:43 am

Dramatically, he captures folk,
What does it mean? Who knows?
More grenadine with alchohol,
Sweetness in a leather coat, 
Bitterness in a paper cup.

Gord

2025-02-25 04:33 am

Oxford Comma,
Are we not enslaved for silver?
Gord, in armor: ensemble drama.

Modern artist, face the mirror,
Closet, drama, nobody behind him.

When I talk you hear yadda yadda,
Ageless, fearless, I can carry on.

It's talk you heard in a bar,
It's what you saw from a car,
Nothing really to talk about.
Just fawns freezing in the dark,
It is what it is, you are who you are.