For Charles Bukowski Poem by Richard Wlodarski

For Charles Bukowski



You gotta wake up
With so much damn spunk
You gotta wash out your eyes
And ditch yesterday's cries

You gotta have so damn life
Stiff The Grim Reaper to end
You gotta towel
The screamin' crawl

You gotta die
Until you live
Dust the maggots
Screw the harlots

Monday, July 4, 2022
Topic(s) of this poem: lessons of life
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