Bukowski’s lady had him off the bottle
He now tries sundaes of different flavors
Now he does not have to listen to Mozart
Shostakovitch and other classical bloke
Through a surreal haze of smeared smoke
He now feels cool like the ice cream people.
Above all he stands upright in his pants.
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