I looked a bit like Charles Bukowski this morning
My hair was a bit too wild to run in and I had put on a beanie
I had not shaved and I was inspecting the grey on my unshaven face
My attitude was right as I felt a bit grumpy and angry at the world
The only thing missing was a radio with guts and the other fly.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem