The Great Escape Poem by Charles Bukowski
The Great Escape
listen, he said, you ever seen a bunch of crabs in a
bucket?
no, I told him.
well, what happens is that now and then one crab
will climb up on top of the others
and begin to climb toward the top of the bucket,
then, just as he's about to escape
another crab grabs him and pulls him back
down.
really? I asked.
really, he said, and this job is just like that, none
of the others want anybody to get out of
here. that's just the way it is
in the postal service!
I believe you, I said.
just then the supervisor walked up and said,
you fellows were talking.
there is no talking allowed on this
job.
I had been there for eleven and one-half
years.
I got up off my stool and climbed right up the
supervisor
and then I reached up and pulled myself right
out of there.
it was so easy it was unbelievable.
but none of the others followed me.
and after that, whenever I had crab legs
I thought about that place.
I must have thought about that place
maybe 5 or 6 times
before I switched to lobster.
Finally! I found a poem he made without cuss words!
Change is the only answer; even change from change. Nothing in this world ever, nor was ever meant to, remain the same. Bukowski, the ever-changing, remaining prophet.
That ending is the most elegant middle finger I've ever seen in words. Class act, Mr. Bukowski.
whenever I had crab legs I thought about that place. I must have thought about that place maybe 5 or 6 times before I switched to lobster. interesting.. poem of Bukowski. tony
it was so easy it was unbelievable. but none of the others followed me. a very good poem. tony
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............amazing ★