i could write for now and ever
i bet you don't know who
charles bukowski is
he drank and wrote for
now and ever
he never drank ubu
he never went to
the lake placid pub & brew
he never touched your knee
on the porch
he never though of you
as i think of you know
with a pewter mub of ubu
next to me
and the king of poop
flopping in my self-esteem
mush mush
things have to be better
things can't be me romance
you jane
cheetah go get me a drink