Gord

2026-06-30 05:49 am

Grumble, mumble, crunch.
A stubborn muscle,
Says one brain,
One to the other.

In a world of abundance,
I chose cannabis subculture,
Not getting high, 
Just shut the fuck up,
And go away. 

Younger brother lost,
I guess in a world full of lexicon,
You never expect a clown like me
To insult and beg them on.

In a world full of choices,
I always chose but one.

I would never again lose something,
That means so much.

I love you, despite being gone.
I love you, despite weak response, 
Despite my still beating heart,
Like my blood had been robbed.

In a world full of choices,
I always choose but one.
I would never lose again something,
That means so much.