Very Bad Archive
Protest
Robert Hawkins
Here we are,
Driving in mass.
To protest,
The death,
Of some poor ass.
Who unfortunately,
Breathed in,
Instead of out,
The nanosecond,
That neutrino,
Came about.
Killed by the,
The nuclear plant,
Exactly when,
What year or where,
We don't know,
But,what the hay.
To the protest,
We are going,
And have our say.
Must be a hundred,
Or more,
Milling around,
Witless battle cries,
Plastered on,
On sticks, cardboard,
Raising hell,
With the nuclear company.
Beats getting bored.
Fission or fusion?
I don't know,
It ain't right,
Every body says so.
Damn,
We lost four,
Out of our group,
Seems,
They got themselves,
Smushed,
On the freeway,
Enroute.
Thats it for me,
I've to get me,
A broad I can lay,
And get out of here.
Hell,
Thats the reason,
I came,
Well,
That and the beer.
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: