Welcome home!

Thank you,” he said to appease me.

“How are you?” my sentence began.

He replied,  “I’m fine, how are you, my old friend?


Now there’s someone who knows

where respect grows. Pardon me,

if I lose you, on this one.


“Excuse me,” he said, as

he pushed me away, without malice.


Have a nice day” I said as I left…

Pardon me” “How are you?” “What do you do?”


So this poem sucketh

without an ounce of true.

If I could make it go away

would you tell me,







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