Very Bad Poetry

---Kool-Aid for those of us have not time for fruits.
--- my bank account, allows me to blow money than ever earn.
My duty, is what I say while
beating your ass up.
-- Using cash money only demonstates that I couldn't get a credit card.
Got divorced and I gave her acrimony.
Being and expert excuses me from always being wrong.
Very Bad Poetry, trite, triumph, unblanced mind over meter.
Prejudice all about being negitive about positive.
--having doubts, my unwillingness to be confused by fact.
--- social security, having the biggest gun's and loudest dog's biggest gun can put down.
(damn, revenoures's sob's. cheap sackin sob-bitches)
Grow a little weed.
You and your taxes?
Ask Steve Wakeling?
You damn stright!
Taxes,,, and Steve Wakeling.
Same damn fuckin thing.
I say hang him...
If-in you ask me.
Damn,,,
I already hung in effigy.
-----
bobby,, emily reeve

note; that will lern ya dern ya next time. I'll wham ya damn ya. Emily Reeve.. 09

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: