Hitchhiker Poem by Ethan Moyer
Hitchhiker
Adorned, scorned, forlorn,
Re-borned,
Magistrate her autumn legion,
And I will leave you.
I am a free man,
With a crown of aborted roses,
And thick aspirations in the
Nest of my c**k
The story of the willows in
Castration of the war.
Take me home,
To the south.
It’s inseams filled with cruel tongued officers
And mean, bleeding, women...
It’s the only place I know.
Take me home.
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8/24/2026 7:46:10 AM # rel_20260813T193622Z_3aad590
Very well written you have a gift...