Global warming
is real.
Old Mother
is preheating
her ovens to murder.
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- 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."
2 comments:
I have a lot of cacti in the front yard that are from South America. If we get an especially cold winter, they're all gonna die. So when I see someone in an SUV just running the engine so they can listen to the radio in the parking lot, I just think about the Old Man of the Andes - it needs them! Yay!
Yes, and leave those stinking pine trees to the trash heap of evolution.
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