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Michael Reed Driven
Robert Hawkins
Saw a red ant,
On the windshield,
Of my car.
I pushed the gas,
Thinking I would blow him afar.
At 55 he is still there.
Curiosity got me,
How much faster,
Could I go fore,
The ant lets go.
60, 65,
Damn he still there,
Even after that tree stopped me.
rlh
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: