Gord

2021-09-16 08:48 am

Truffle, my gems are gone.
All bets are off.
Swan, water, ruffles,
Trouble underwater,
The fish will balk:
Death march talk becomes bubbles, 
They beg off, shot in the stomach,
Test nothing, swim to the bottom.

Lord, I spoke to God.
Soft, I sodded off.
Man, laughter, shuffle,
Trouble in the park,
People just forgotten:
Talking until nonsense,
Their tussles long,
Of consequence and knowledge,
Then replaced by logs.