Gord

2019-01-10 07:14 am

Open prose with my dignity,
I am simple, Iambs, imagery,
Trying to oven toast,
With my sympathy lost.

I hope for you another loss,
Scotch socials, often postures,
Costumes oft. 
Walls filled with posters,
To wish you, where I was,
As if my feelings forgotten.

Open hose of complacency,
Teach me your giving ways,
Leach lead onto my face,
My children's faces,
My foodstuff casings.
Tell me of today:
"I Take not, responsibility.
Taste, not digestibility, 
My style succinct,
My rubber hole,
Leaves rubber taste."