Very Bad Archive
Life Long Day
Robert Hawkins
With lights perception.
Awareness my energy.
With dawns hatching new fate.
Which divergent path shall my energies take?
At what pivitol point will it be understood?
Will I the sum of human success?
Add I to aready burgeoning human duress.
Tread I an innoccuous path, nowhere fast?
But all become convergent.
It's the fashionable human way.
The marble orchard,, non-discript ashes in the heep so to speak.
Steve Wakeling owes me a kilo of fine Texas, Trinity river red vine.
What the hell?
You other dumbasses,,, fuck your getting VBP free,
My name is Steve Wakeling you think this free fourm comes free?
No! No fucking way after the shit I've had printed up from you fucks.
And who's kidding who you worthless piece of shit.
I put your mindless babblings for public consumption,,for you.,?
You fucking goddamn know well,
I own you lock-stock-and barrel.
I can lleaglly clone you.
And I think I will as your such worthless fuck in humanity.
YOU OWE ME,,, BIG TIME.
STEVE WAKELING.
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bobby
Note; The Steve Wakeling's
"Don't forget were your ball's reside." aka, "socitiy bet your ass it's correct socity.)
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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: