by Charles Bukowski and Jeph Johnson's LGStylo
As the poems go into the cloth of an oil tank
Into the thousands you see the new club in this area
Realize that you've been trying to get the ball rolling
(But) you've created very little to be
It comes down to the rain, the sunlight,
The traffic, the nights
And the days of the years, the faces
And the apprehension of the United Arab state.
Leaving this will be easier than living in the city of Chicago.
It, typing one more line now
As I have to do with my family,
In a couple of weeks.
A man plays a piano through the radio industry
With a few of the other ones
The best writers have said
Very little about you guys
And little things that are going to happen
And the worst case scenario is that I have trouble
Far too much.
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