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Galveston Slave Docks 1828,,wait,, I'm Not Nigger? What The Hell Am Doing Here?
Robert Hawkins
note; first off I ain't no nigger?
Fuck look?? I'm white as you?
Hey, I know a primo English and a couple of others.
Hens tend to congraeate.
All those hens?
Looking after.
Magic of Bobby?
Awww babe?
Fear the worst?
Appearition?
That's what all my girls say.
Fingers can make magic.
Hands?
Direct flow,, the traffic.
My lips?
Damn babe?
You know where.
Exactally where.
You want them.
From my face you didn't covertly.
Try to hide.
With your sudden intake.
And heavy sigh.
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bobby
note; damn, babe,, damn,, leave my ear alone.
Damn if this is what goes on in 1828,, whatever.
Count me in. To hell with viagria,, I'll stick 1828,, whatever. bobby
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: