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The Renovnated Ape
Robert Hawkins
Some think this man,
He ain't drug free.
Oh, But I am clean.
Just listen to me,
I'll bore you to fufill my need.
Your anguish dosen't bother me.
And I've read your litany of prose from dead flowers, To your sex needs.
Just a idyllic man,
Who scrambled to land.
Find firm footing,
On shifting sands.
Of what lifes left for me.
Sure erect a facade,
But you better not write.
It tends to reveal whats real in you.
Angst, another way to say,
You ain't where you want.
And if I say it between her thighs her beauty lies.
Lighten up.
That's what you get for thinking.
Next time I'll wham you damn you.
rlh
Note:
Go ahead toke if you got any
its your head.
"Life a thunder crashing,
color flashing, dynamite
machine waiting for the fire to turns green"
Frank Zappa &
and some Honey.
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: