Ain't that the truth! Gotta love The Buk.
Well, That's Just The Way It Is - Charles Bukowski
Sometimes when everything seems at
its worst
when all conspires
and gnaws
annd the hours, days, weeks
years
seem wasted -
stretched there upon my bed
in the dark
looking upward at the ceiling
I get what many will consider an
obnoxious thought:
it's still nice to be
Bukowski.
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