The Great Slob Poem by Charles Bukowski

The Great Slob

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I was always a natural slob
I liked to lay upon the bed
in undershirt (stained, of
course) (and with cigarette
holes)
shoes off
beerbottle in hand
trying to shake off a
difficult night, say with a
woman still around
walking the floor
complaining about this and
that,
and I'd work up a
belch and say, "HEY, YOU DON'T
LIKE IT? THEN GET YOUR ASS
OUT OF HERE!"

I really loved myself, I
really loved my slob-
self, and
they seemed to also:
always leaving
but almost
always
coming
back.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Madhabi Banerjee 11 November 2016

really your are a great poet

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Mark Arvizu 08 October 2015

I wonder what the return rate was,

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