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Clean Dreams by mr clean
Robert Hawkins
Eloquence sets caste.
America as you apply the fuel.
Speedly drive past.
Rearview mirror persuse.
My sin's, my past the love lorn.
Struggling , treading from drowning.
The very thing we most cling to.
Never give so caliver what you can't create.
Life what inhabits you.
Any consulation to sweet pea.
Scale of time?
Millions of us alive now?
Will not evcen make a microcausm.
Fart in the wind so to speak.
----
bobby
note;
wanna a note, do you?
Me?
I can't think of a goddamn to say?
Dear Abby,, I ain't.
---bobby---
and hey? don't you need to go to work? Go to sleep then.
Then why are you?
Bothering me?
Horny bitch.
--b--
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: