Very Bad Archive
The Apartment Complex, Last Tuesday Night
Robert Hawkins
Six cops were killed.
Fifteen wounded.
Seven missing.
Sixty-three homicides.
Tewnty-eight arsons.
Hundred six assorted felonies.
A fat man cemented in a bath tub.
Seized as evidence.
Ninety-seven automatic weapons.
One (RPG) rocket propelled grenade.
Two hundres cases Southern Comfort whiskey.
One hundred kegs of Lone Star beer.
Over a hundred tons of pot and hashish.
Eighty women disarmed.
And one guy from Texas.
The complex owner screaming.
He's the one, He done it.
(Fat man cemented in tub)
That clears out apt. # 1.
Ninety-nine more to go.
None of the other residents.
Noticed that the raid took place.
All the loud music.
Smoke wafting from every crevice.
When word arrived.
We raided the wrong complex!
The address on the warrant.
Is for the apartments,
across the street.
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: