Gord

2017-09-20 04:07 pm

So sits a homely giant,
Face sagged into manic,
Stone eyelids and mask,
Seeing the world as past,
He undoes his passing;
Leaving literal caves,
Only breaching a cage,
Mitigating his laugh,
He upstages his own fate,
Teaching pupils who stay afraid,
Egg on his dress,
Stag of the forest,
Unwashed, unclean.

Walls silver and platinum,
A giant horse still gaits,
Walks circles then defecates,
Sleeping soundly until dawn;
Enemies however struck down,
Their laughter an afterthought,
Justly he can run far, fast,
Never figuring in absence,
Filling him with maxims silly,
Father pays the bills,
He lives simply.
Simply living a masquerade,
To hide a face so pimply.