Very Bad Archive
Bobby's Porta-Pot
Robert Hawkins
I write drunk as a skunk.
No, don't misconstrue.
Few Soma, homegrown, hydrocodone.
Feel right at home with the,
Dumb fucks whom bring you,
VBP.
Shit from shinola ring a bell the metaphor goes.
That you write.
By the way, you ain't worth a damn.
And you care enough to write to VBP.
Who the fuck cares bout you?
You suck,,puts it politely.
And I Bobby is in a position to know.
For Bobby is that good.
Look back mull over a lot better people than you.
All agree that Bobby is the best, albiet VBP assholes.
Without the benefit of ceremony dumped his good stuff.
Doubt me?
Address me by name.
I will preform a vivisection on you.
Only my garbage now.
Be sure to look back it's important to you.
For Bobby will destroy you.
And yes,,without ceremony.
Master of wit, of words.
Your destruction foretold?
Then sweet pea talk to me.
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bobby
note; those upon seeking their demise can write here or rhearobert@aol.com
Robert Hawkins has published 2 more terrible poems since joining on 30/11/99. Read more of Robert's terrible poetry at the anthology. Here are three of Robert's latest works: