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Poem 294

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Holographic People

Robert Hawkins

Why do holographic people,
Keep puking on me?
Those rainbow folk who brought you.
The brassiere.
Ask T'ang dynasty,
Emperor Hsuan Tsung.
It was his concubine,
To hide a bite on her boobs.
Invented the darn thing.
And before you ask.
Yes, she's one of the holograms,
Retching in multicolored hues.
Holographic people,
Prismatic puke,
Ralphing day glow lumps.
At least it doesn't stain.
What did I do that was so rude?
Is it holographic people,
Have see through boobs.
I wonder if the's eloctromagnetic folks.
Can get cuite,
With a nose full of coke.
Or maybe thats precisely why,
I'm in the way,
Of another Technicolor wave.
If I can see through them,
Can they see through me?
Shocking as it may seem.
It wasn't until after 1700,
That Engilsh women,
Started wearing underwear.
Seeing holographic people,
Isn't the same as through them.
To display and conceal.
But in concealing reveal.
It only a vaporous thin veil.
For holographic people.
It's not rude to lie around nude.
Though I wish Shoeless Joe Jackson,
Where someplace else,
Instead of swinging his bat at me.
Though he did hit .375 in the world series.
Why does he also keep puking on me.
Damn machine I only wanted,
To see girls nude.
Shoeless Joe Jackson trying
to stop me.
A stree urchin runs up to him.
Say it ain't so Joe.
Joe looks at the urchin and says,
It's OK kid I'll let him go.
He will never make the White Socks anyway.
Urchin say who's he?
I just wanted to know,
If you threw the 1919 world series?
And holographically speaking of course.
That guy is not really real.
Field Marshal Erwin Rommel,
Climbs out of his tank.
Points his baton at me.
Exclaims that man has shoved coke up his nose.
And he's a bigot for he won't share with me.
And spectrally emptied his stomach on me.
Saint Thomas Aqinas peers out the cupola of Rommels tank.
And asks is he going to share?
rlh

note;
Honey De, Rommel has plans for you. And Thomas Aquinas says he's next.

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:

Ask Yourself

Submitted Jun 21st 2011, 18:21

Liken Mind

Submitted Jun 21st 2011, 16:29

Then What About You

Submitted Jun 13th 2011, 20:51