Gord

2014-11-27 12:00 am

Yesterdays yes-men yearning,
Yet the world still turning,
Why is it that the wood burns?
The will of the dead be turned.
Then thus they thrive thinly.

Gord

2014-11-21 12:00 am

Throw all beings into groups of eagles,
Snowball eating full bags of dortios.
Chimp screeches I hear,
Peer boasting nothing but limp,
The cattle prodded openly,
Dying to reach new tiers.

Gord

2014-11-18 12:00 am

Tax time, time to claim rats as dependents.
Max punishment for a victimless defendant,
New York takes the L. It lusts for the loss.
Cost not important, Nor impotence of cock.
So don't whistle when I walk the street dawg.

The Paraffin One

2014-11-04 12:00 am

This following poem addresses my peers:
Clearly this year was reminiscent of past,
In fact that nothing of value was cheered.
Clearly this problem of chance is too vast,
To ascertain we need a compass. 
None is available, so we fail by chance,
Not lack of ingenuity to justify trespass,
Nor the hypocrisy interacting with fans,
No, some invisible god blocks our path;
Impossible to pass, without empathy,
Untold giants rest among the math, 
Turtles are shells, medicine is homeopathy.
In regards to that, please take care.
Next years forecast gives me quite a scare.

The Paraffin One

2014-11-04 12:00 am

Should I advance beyond,
With no progress made, 
Let my name not be forgotten,
Scorch my name in the grass,
Make sand of the raised glass,
Where class be feigned.