Amateur Poet - Gord - Aspoet
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Gord

2017-07-18 06:12 pm
Like a dull axe she finds problems,
Forever chopping away at them, honest,
Heart longing for promise disregarded;
Dressed for the ward, fully pardoned;
Walking son further follows suit,
Continuing without education,
Tongue misconstruing in search;
Fuhrer didactic, in foolish,
Shooting skies of oration,
Bullets true to the earth;
Flippant remarks of life,
Piousness to the dirt,
Burying words in nonsense,
Burning iron and desertion;
Shakespeare by any other name,
Apt it was before tall tales,
Lies furious among the vegetation,
Born, lived and smothered there;
Meat filler, then life billiard,
Son born a killer,
Writing of nonsense,
Mentally ill, political figure,
Opinion maudlin.

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