Chinaski - Poem by Jonny Brackney
i bet he had
no genuine lover.
not a single
drowning in booze
clutching his pitiful
i bet the local writers
knocking at his door
with poems in their pocket,
i bet he read one line
before he handed it back to them,
hating their attempt to impress him.
i bet they felt so dejected.
they should have never showed him.
they should have judged their words themselves,
i'm sure i'd have done the same
and he probably would have
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