Gords Poetry
Thursday, January 22, 2015
Ouchy
With a spinning, numbing, grumbling feeling.
I whisper to myself, "Damn" and "Ouchy".
Where are my meds? I sense it coming...
Out of the dented can I come: Grouchy!
Monday, January 19, 2015
Erection
Live life
with an erection.
Draw every breath
with fond affection.
Drop the phone
and put both hands on the wheel.
Don’t sweat the scrapes,
trust me, they heal.
Don’t settle for warm,
cook it HOT!
When you hear “Go.”
Give it all you’ve got!
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