Category: poetry

Flying fuck

July 19, 2024

I gave a fuck,then closed my eyes.Above the clouds,above the skies.It flew so highI couldn’t see.That fuck had gone.The last from me. →

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Adam Adamson produced all of his work from 2012 because of his separation from the British Army. The colour of the uniform clashed with his eyes..

He published a story or two in a local magazine and continues to harass the internet with his on the spot poetry (no editing required) He’s a crap dad but hey, even God shagged someone else’s wife.

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