Glugs Poems - Poems about Glugs

...I’m Onomato-pea-a The window is my home. I love the sounds of cooking At day, at dusk, and dawn. Mom clomps into the room And clicks on every light The curtain whooshes open, I wake up, “No ......

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...As a non-golfing husband I revel at tales Of sunshine filled days chasing small balls, Some in the rough others in sand, All these brave girls fighting nature's pitfalls. I hear of the times th......

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...Blood, , urine, in order; perfume and sweat, pleasure combined Visually impaired by smog and darkness I can sense bodies; I can smell life and excess The taste is overpowering and I gav I'm quiet......

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...On the Pity pot with my Friend ; I sit in a stupor : I’m drinking again It’s been twenty years since I gave up the drugs I can’t get a handle on the Jack Daniel’s G......

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