to the future

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

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