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- A Christmas Message from Hilton Hightower
- Better
- Today
- Hilton's Conversion
- Please, Evolution, Get Rid of Some of these Bastards!
- Jack (Kerouac) Off
- Ode to a Real Jerk
- The Dumbest and Most Insulting Thing You've Ever D...
- The Dumbest and Most Insulting Thing You've Ever Done
- A Poem Directed for the Narrow Region Right Betwee...
- Unlubricated Fisting (A Tale of Seasons and of Gre...
- Mending Wall
- On the Incessant Rambling of Annoying Human Beings...
- This is the perfect poem . . .
- The Logic of Biological Living
- Look
- The Joy of Life
- Sprite
- Eggs in the Devil's Handbasket
- Janitor Poem
- Diva Poem
- Especially Considerate
- Stroke That Damn Thing Down
- Oooooowaaahhhh!
- Mega Reptilian Jesus W. Bush
- The Matrix; or A Message to Movie Fans Holding Out...
- HighQ
- That Filthy Stinkin' Polyploidy Polly Hayes
- Winter Poem; or Winter is a Disgusting Waste of Time
- Writing My Way into Someone Else's Pants
- Flitter
- 1 plus 1 equals 2
- Q & A
- PHD
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- Predetermination
- Wango
- Standing
- Robots
- Hollywood
- My Friend
- Diagnosis
- Hypocrite
- Is this poem good enough?
- Hilton Hightower's Tips on Parenting
- It's Fall
- Hack
- Dairy Queen Car Show
- 75,000 Years
- Standardized Macaroni Parcel
- Humor
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- Arrrrgh, Matey!
- Walt Whitman
- Poetry
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- Page 9
- iPod
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- My thoughts on a dog terd.
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- Poems from the Book
- The Book is Finally Available!!
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About Me
- Hilton Hightower
- Hilton Hightower is half-man, half-robot, half-carnivorous ninja pirate, but all poet. With over 30,000 poems written in his lifetime covering topics ranging from circus food to the labor divisions of modern America, Hilton manages to capture the anger of a man torn between his love of laughing gas and his hatred of hot dogs. This page features exclusive poetry written by the man Poem Critic magazine once called "Ginsberg dug up and reanimated with juices from the Devil's refrigerator."
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