Gord

2026-03-07 03:51 pm

Where are all your pyramids?

You stole my stones...
Took my providence.

What is a question for?
Social dominance?

Well stole upon my virulent,
Conspiratorial penis and balls.

So, stay as born, fisherman,
Given, you play with your rod. 

No limericks or inwardness:
Gibberish over impulses,
Sickness, et al.

Toward the emptiness I fall, 
Spheres and phallic symbols,
Cheers, and then applause.