Very Bad Archive
In My Grapefruit
Robert Hawkins
Four carisoprodol 350mgs.
Washed down.
Mad Dog 20/20.
Woke up.
Face stuck.
In my grapefruit.
Cafe closed.
Everyone gone home.
Left me.
Stuck.
In my grapefruit.
rlh
note; If I don't shave and I don't care.
Does that mean I'm growing a beard?
...Gertrude Stein ..1935
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: