Gord

2014-08-21 12:00 am

I innocently sat sidelined,
While sidewinder missiles,
Blackened and filled the sky.
They saw no oversight.

Then calamity, personnel,
Call out and rome fell,
The claim don't prose well.
Well, I suppose they don't.
But I never was no poet.

Gord

2014-05-15 12:00 am

So low, I write solos. solo.
No hope, no dope, no jenkem,
To inhale into my lungs alone.
No friends to inhale with.
My redemption will be none.
Album sales will resemble past figures.
One.