Very Bad Archive
Point Blank
Robert Hawkins
Point blank style,
Prefered by a word slinger,
Like me.
Kicking them when their down.
The effect is the same. When writing to the witless.
Lifes to short.
I haven't got a week.
To contemplate your five minutes,
Of mundane read.
Poets,
Give me break,
Most try to mimic,
Some dead poet.
Who was also enthralled,
By their own ambiguites.
Poets,
(Yuck)
(spitting)
Saps in rose colored glasses.
WITH!
Extreme tunnel vision.
(picture)
(Ostrich head in ground)
Will they ever quit looking,
For angst where it ain't?
A few have got the hint.
That today's poetry,
Isn't a recipe.
Made from yesteryears leftovers.
A word to other word slingers,
Like me.
A Point Blank forte,
All their emotions.
OUR TOYS
rlh
(notice how you feel)
Note: Rei don't read any more VBP its dangerous in
here. I think some of this stuff is radioactive.
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: