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self-congratulatory nonsense as the

Charles Bukowski

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Megan Edwards (6/19/2008 8:45:00 AM)
This poem should be:

self-congratulatory nonsense as the

famous gather to applaud their seeming

greatness

you

wonder where

the real ones are

what

giant cave

hides them

as

the deathly talentless

bow to

accolades

as

the fools are

fooled

again

you

wonder where

the real ones are

if there are

real ones.

this self-congratulatory nonsense

has lasted

decades

and

with some exceptions

centuries.

this

is so dreary

is so absolutely pitiless

it

churns the gut to

powder

shackles hope

it

makes little things

like

pulling up a shade

or

putting on your shoes

or

walking out on the street

more difficult

near

damnable

as

the famous gather to

applaud their

seeming

greatness

as

the fools are

fooled

again

humanity

you sick

motherfucker.

Yoonoos Peerbocus (6/12/2007 5:47:00 PM)
very compressed truth

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