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Nasal Mining
Robert Hawkins
Face it as you read the title and this sentence.
You are already at your nasal mining.
Or the urge to is eroding your self control.
But this poem has absolutely
nothing to do.
With your damn nose picking.
So knock yourself out.
Dig a hole through to the empty area and out the back side.
Of that block you refer to as your head.
What a person is worth is really the poem.
You can't judge a person by what you see.
Well except if they have a hole through their head.
How can you think its not worth talking to a person like myself.
I am human I care, despair
am aware of a nasal miner like yourself.
Is it your wealth or position
or just introversion.
Did your mother give birth through the wrong orifice.
I suspect you are human like we no less but how is it you have you finger up your nose all the way to your knckle.
Positions are based on innumerable factors.
One of which is that spark of encephalon activity.
And seems evolution regressed with you.
Position coincides with opportunity or birth.
Without which the rest becomes inert.
Inert apt fits you like that index finger up your nose.
Course there's always kissing butt.
Be it wealth or position that stakes you to high life remember one item.
Without the human factor you would not exist especially
due to your arriving through the wrong orifice.
That human factor is what gives common ground.
To most everyone around.
That and proflic nasal mining to.
rlh
Started listening to
some Enigma the piece
I Love You I'll Kill
You, real good. 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: