Perhaps it is time, I return to my roots.
Abandoned the topic, never let it bear fruits.
I have grown thin, my feet unfit for its boots.
But linger no longer, I shall return to my roots.

The clockwork gears begin to spin and words connect.
The cobwebs severed, time repairs the neglect.
The pieces of the puzzle slowly conjoin, my pencil *****,
I write down my lines, my latest project.

You know me as glue or Glueboi if preferred.
I know what you think, poems about glue are quite absurd.
But the line between glue and my soul has become blurred.
Gears are in motion, I've returned to my roots, no need to reword.

My effort is rewarded, the project is complete.
A poem about glue that no other poet can beat.
A poem which will be welcomed into the halls of the elite.
My victory tastes oh so sweet.

My anticipation rises, a chance to share with the world once more.
My magnum opus will be shared, my dark world will grow brighter.
It spreads its wings and soars.

The dripping echoing throughout the room
I can't see, is this my punishment?
Where is the light when I need it most?
Darkness consumes me.
The endless void draws closer.
I cry but no sound exits my lips.
It's in my mouth.
The dripping is getting closer.
I'm scared.
But not of the darkness that consumes me
or the still endless void.
I'm scared of the end.

Drinking glue is not good for you
Digesting glue is not good for you
Glue is not food
Nor drink or ****
Glue is just glue
Inhale its fumes
Please pass the salt.

Two men turned into three,
A case of identity theft but who is to blame?
All three filled with glee,
They're different people, yet they look the same.

The first man is red,
his personality was booming.
No future ahead,
And was always assuming.

The orange man stepped up,
his smile was fulfilling.
Like a newborn pup.
He could always be found chilling.

The purple man was late to the party,
his memes were exotic,
though he wasn't very hearty,
his very presence was often chaotic.

Yet the question goes unanswered,
and the culprit unblamed.

My glue
My glue walked in
My glue stripped
My glue danced
I glued

Depression, depression
I have depression.
Of course I'm just kidding.
I don't have depression.
I bury my feelings,
beneath my exterior.
You think this is serious,
but this is about glue.

Dear Mother Nature,
how did you put our home together?
Did you use the roots as nature's glue?
I wonder if you knew what we would do
with the gifts you had left for us.
Dear Mother Nature,
I wonder how you're feeling
dealing with the constant stealing,
us humans constantly peeling
the layers of our home forever lost.
Dear Mother Nature,
the glue has started to melt,
the consequences starting to be felt.
We have to play with the hand we've been dealt,
no ace up our sleeves
Dear Mother Nature,
We apologise.
I can only surmise the surprise that you had,
our home has been ruined.
No amount of glue can hold it together.

Hey there, it's me again.
Thanks for being there when I need you,
You are my moon, the Earth and my Sun
There'd be no me without you by my side
You and me, we're stuck together
You are my moon, the Earth and my Sun
You're with me through my darkest,
and have so many uses.
Please let me ask one thing of you
Hello glue, can I eat you?
or perhaps use you as ****?

A coat as white as snow
I only pale in comparison
To your pure colours
My coat is brown and ugly
I cover it with glue
and it worsens the problem
Your coat is so pretty
Why can't I be pretty?

I wish I was glue
So I could hold us together
I wish I was glue
So I could get high off my fumes
I wish I was glue
So I would at least have use
But the truth is
I'm not glue
I can't hold us together
I'm not glue
I can't get high off my fumes
I'm not glue
I don't have any use.

Father, apparently I am the glue man.
When people mention me, that's all they know.
If given the chance, I would've ran
but my shoes are covered in glue, making me slow.
I never asked to be the glue man,
my life slowly loses its meaning.

Mother, remember how I mentioned I was a glue man?
To be honest, I consider myself more of a glue boy.
You aren't here anymore though you always had a plan.
I wonder if these poems about glue are starting to annoy?
I never asked to be the glue man,
my life no longer has meaning.

Do I even have anyone to speak to?
To remind that I'm the glue man?
The only thing left to do is chug my glue.
It'll take me back, back before it all began.
I never asked to be the glue man,
my existance never really mattered.

Sticky pieces of plastic.
Placed inside dispensers.
Not as good as glue in any way.
Adhesive of the devil.

Her hair smelled of roses, her body curvy in places.
We've been together for months, a destination was set.

I arrived at her house, it was all quiet
Her parents had left us all by ourselves

I unbuckled my pants, she pulled down her *******.
It was standing *****, my glue stick was ready.

I grabbed hold of my stick, and she grabbed hers.
Wait, what?
My girlfriend's a dude?

I'm sure you don't know it,
I'm sure you won't care.
But my feelings for you
are without compare.
When you squeeze and make me squirt
It hurts a bit but I don't care,
every little drop belongs just to you.
And once you've had your fun
and tossed me aside.
Know that I'll forgive you
and will always love you.

Glue is real cool and swell and all that
But glue can never replace the fun and the joy
I have with my friends.
We laugh and we jest,
we call each other names in good faith.
This bond that we share can never be replaced,
by an adhesive that
I just so happen to be obsessed with.