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Oh God save me, I gave my heart to Honey De.
Robert Hawkins
Dear God.
Can't you see I'm scratching
these fleas?
Honey De.
Pass the flea powder.
I don't think God gives a damn.
Hey, Honey.
Just thought.
If we write.
And it bites.
How are we different from fleas?
But then again.
At least you still love me.
I saw you in the petrified forest.
(Freezed dried of course)
You with a background of freezed dried tulips.
There is just something about that,
I know,
I know.
It's you turn me on.
Maybe,, If I speak to your Daddy.
Is he still a flea?
But, no, no, Honey De.
I know he's a big flea.
But Honey De,
You listening.
Dang it, Honey De.
How dare you fall asleep on me.
We.
You and I.
Gotta do something about all these fleas.
rlh
note; pagaba un peso es chingaba esa poets.
You know what I mean Honey De?
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: