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Adam Homer Poem
She wasn’t far off basis, I am some what of a pervert. But what she didn’t know is that
her magnificent tits helped me see things a little bit clearer, I had a boob inspired
epiphany.
I wanted to thank her, but it would only have freaked her out.
Especially since I had a boner….
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Adam Homer Poem
Hedonistic Gilbert;
Most of my days are spent scraping stains off pants and shirts.
Hot sauce crust, Mustard crust, human crust.
Flaking off and falling to the ground.
They collect in specs and piles.
Microscopic mounds of yesterday’s hot dog
And last weeks company.
The chili stain on my pants leg reminds me of home.
The stain the Rum left reminds me of the party
and that curly haired girl.
Some people say I’m dirty
I’m just nostalgic.
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Adam Homer Poem
On Glaxious;
It’s 3:11 P.M on a Saturday, and there isn’t any love for miles.
Not anymore at least, It’s no one’s fault but everyone’s.
It took me a while to admit that you’ll never call.
Not anymore, I left my honey buns in your cabinet, I hope they don’t go bad. The colors
went bad. I went bad.
You were the last unique thing I had.
It’s like a conveyor belt of them now.
Fast friends
Fast company
No company at all
When it matters, nothing else matters.
What really matters?
Did our trade matter?
If honesty matter let me be honest
I was chasing your beauty up until the point I realized that you are only beautiful. You
are only the best legs I’ve ever seen. You are only a great butt. You are only perfect
breast, you were only the brightest smile I’d ever met.
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