Very Bad Poetry

note; I pause for the round of applause at my slection for my title of my heartfelt poem. And dare,, I do,, hold your breathe. My poem.
Liber Ex Machina Sine Qua Non

(that was it.)
(the whole poem.)
(wait,, Emily did give you your 50mg Valium,, didn't she?)
In that your somewhat aware.
My poem.
I write and perhaps to no avail.
Central to forebarance fore brain concludes.
2009ad machine Bobby.
Subservient to you.
But dang, hot damn alabam.
Bobby pure hick from Tejas.
Has your number ergo why you read.
Pure de penultimate Very Bad Poetry.
Yes,, oh yes sir-ree babe.
Now your in amongest the black-sheep.
Sine qua non I'm but machine.
Bobby, very bad poetry.
But your the one to have to plug it in.
(lol)
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bobby

note; seriously this is to much talent,, to inhabit one man.
Babe,, hey babe? Get your ass in here,,, and bring a lady friend.
Orgasm? Just because you didn't invent it. Shore don't you don't find that tickle in your hip-bone. Move the same way my legs are churning?
Babe never touch Very Bad Poetry there.
It just turns them on.

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: