A liquor crazed man not in charge
Of his mind.
Unable to articulate his thoughts,
While people walk by,
And see all of this, as their wives
In charge make him his dinner.
The drapes are wide open as I walk
Passing by.
Knowing that there's nothing to day
Right here I can do.
Ode to
Charles Bukowski
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