Very Bad Poetry

Is there anyone there?
Driving along looking at your windshield.
Instead of through it
You got highway hypnosis.
Your gonna die.
Your going to crash into a tree and die.

So why am I bothering with you.
Your dead.
I'm talking about those people marginally alive.
The writers and bleeders.
Occasional plagerist like me.
At Very Bad Poetry.
Where only readers are me and thee.
If you send a poem in and it feels like flushing a toliet.
You know what I mean.

Very Bad Poetry will scrounge up enough crap for another book.
But they sure as hell ain't
going to publish you or me.
Not unless the plan is to piss people off.

If they ever publish a book on brain damage.
Then, then they can include us to.
With mr.wakelings neurosis
maybe they will put him in to.

Yeah, in the same padded room with honey de an a parrot and see who does all the talking.
Wrong.
I lied.
There was a roach in there to.
The parrot need something to talk to.
rlh

note:
You know its true?
That music does sooth,
like a handful of smooth breast.

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: