Charles Bukowski

(16 August 1920 – 9 March 1994 / Andernach)

The Great Slob - Poem by Charles Bukowski

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 about The Great Slob by Charles Bukowski

  • Madhabi Banerjee (11/11/2016 12:11:00 PM)


    really your are a great poet (Report) Reply

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  • Mark Arvizu (10/8/2015 9:01:00 AM)


    I wonder what the return rate was, (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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