Gord

2026-06-04 10:00 pm

Little bug:
Little pigs, Little frogs, Little slug.
Finger work beneath civil tongue:
Fish supper, friction with drums.

A little brother, too big for hugs,
A little bit of dust, bits of rough:
Personality, but's and cynical plots,
Digital work beneath a given tongue.

What would you say to me honestly?
That you wish I was crushed?
Well, I'm not.
I lived never thinking of you much.

Where is your response?
Little love for little bugs, 
Simple things, inner calm, bigger cause...
More concern for grudges,
Than writing another song.

Give a little time, you give it up...
A little pain, a little age, little fun:
Singing about doors that are shut,
Invisible cuts that the makeup covers,
For a while, until the stage goes dark,
Then begins your performance,
Entertainment to little bugs.