Very Bad Archive
I That Mufti Bobby
Robert Hawkins
Born I was Mecca.
573ad son of Abdulla.
Bar fight dead never saw his face.
Momma Amina tribe Quraish.
She hit the big dead end when I hit six.
Uncle Abu-Talib told me boy!
Get your head on right.
There is this rich bitch.
Lota gold between those thighs.
The broad's name is Khadija.
Fat, but big tit's.
Big tit's wide hips.
Bet you could get six kids out the fat ass.
So? Boy suck up and do right.
Lay off the hashish and wine.
Even a dumb ass like you can't screw this up.
Besides I got 15 wives already and gold up the wazzo.
Then what would I know?
All those veils and crap?
I'm thinkin couple my wives are dudes.
Always up the ass,, ya know?
Kinda queer ya knows.
I know you been preying?
Superstitions, ignorance the hicks market place.
Damn near got those hill-billys bought.
But angel Gabriel says to meet him.
On top mountain Hira.
Said you would know where.
Got a book for you.
Koran?
Probably a take off.
That boring jewish dude Moses.
Drink Gabriels wine indulge his hashish.
But listen up ys little bastard!
Don't you even come back to uncle Adu-Talib proselytizing that crap.
One true God?
Damn boy damn jews already doing that con.
Koran,, how damn better.
How a man can handle 13 wives.
And 2 not sure about.
Always up my ass.
Always up the ass.
Those two don't like you at all.
Might you better split Muhammad.
Lets call it a Hegira.
Or just you went on a holiday.
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Bobby 6/11/11
PS,, to know me?
To hell with it.
I don't like your ass anyway.
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Oh,, all you terrorist?
Wakeling made me write this at gunpoint.
(lol)
Besides you couldn't whip your ass through a wet paper bag with holes in it.
(lol)
bobby,, in your case,, God.
And to think.
I was just another poet yesterday.
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: