Well that aside I woke up on the floor with a beer and patron taste in my mouth, with foggy memories of how I arrived on the floor. Putting it together I realized I am on my friends floor and we caught a taxi or did we, did our other friend drop us off. FUCK WAS HE DRIVING!!! Strolling around the house making coffee to try and feel averagely normal, I stumble upon the fridge and find the dirty fridge magnets, so I decided to spell my name with a poem....
As I said POETRY IS FOR FAGS!!!!!
The top reasons poetry is for fags and why I just broke every man law there is:
1) Poetry is for homosexuals.
2) It hardly makes sense, and if it does it. takes 30 minutes to work out the bloody meaning
3) The only people that write this homo erotic drivel are those "emo" kids (which I am not) who are gay... They just don't know it.... Katy Perry you're so gay explains that one.
Well the picture explains my need to be a MAN today....
2 comments:
To The Whore Who Took My Poems
some say we should keep personal remorse from the
poem,
stay abstract, and there is some reason in this,
but jezus;
twelve poems gone and I don't keep carbons and you have
my
paintings too, my best ones; its stifling:
are you trying to crush me out like the rest of them?
why didn't you take my money? they usually do
from the sleeping drunken pants sick in the corner.
next time take my left arm or a fifty
but not my poems:
I'm not Shakespeare
but sometime simply
there won't be any more, abstract or otherwise;
there'll always be mony and whores and drunkards
down to the last bomb,
but as God said,
crossing his legs,
I see where I have made plenty of poets
but not so very much
poetry.
Charles Bukowski
Money is spelt wrong...
The only good thing here is Whores and Drunkards. The rest is crap utter useless crap
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