Feeling Like Bukowski Poem by John Fenton Mcleish
Feeling Like Bukowski
Ten thousand miles to see her
I believed what she did say
Over continents and further
In love my heart did lay
Unfortunately rejected
Promises thrown in the trash
With gold she was infected
And only after the cash
How naive was I
For believing in romance
Poor working class guy
Never had a chance
So now I'm flying home
Never to return
A dog without a bone
Again I crash and burn
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