Very Bad Archive
Man Can Cry
Robert Hawkins
A man can cry.
Cry his soul.
For the whole world to see.
Bare,, bleeding, trampeled.
Barest of his humanity left.
Laid bare on the alter of man.
Hence the crack of thunder.
Paeling ardently suppressed screams.
Heaven and Hell pour forth vengence mine.
Say-ith,(singular) the lord.
My creator told in a rather dimunitive small voice.
For a Creator that is.
Bobby?
You lead my sheep astray?
Why?
I created you.
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bobby
note; Creator? Trouble is?
Far as my knowledge goes?
Am I the only one?
I did ask nice?
Dust at your feet?
Lady?
My Lady?
Goddess, lord jehovah allah merony buddah rah,,rah,, rah.
May I mow your lawn?
Dear God?
My Lady?
May I? Mow your yard?
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bobby,, with a tear in his eye.
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for your blessings?
send 5 dollars care of,,, of?
Well as to me Bobby.
VBP is just another front.
On my way to total world donmination-she-ation.
You do realize,, don't you?
Manifistaion from yours truly.
You cannot exist ergo you occupy no space.
Your presence and forlorn as it may be.
Exist only at my reconing.
I go to sleep?
You cease to exist.
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bobby
note; Yes! You might pray for me.
Lets face it?
You ain't worth a shit.
Damn!
Nailed you didn't I?
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: