poet Charles Bukowski

Charles Bukowski

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Yes Yes

when God created love he didn't help most
when God created dogs He didn't help dogs
when God created plants that was average
when God created hate we had a standard utility
when God created me He created me
when God created the monkey He was asleep
when He created the giraffe He was drunk
when He created narcotics He was high
and when He created suicide He was low

when He created you lying in bed
He knew what He was doing
He was drunk and He was high
and He created the mountians and the sea and fire at the same time

He made some mistakes
but when He created you lying in bed
He came all over His Blessed Universe.

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003

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Comments about Yes Yes by Charles Bukowski

  • R.C. Sparks (10/10/2019 5:17:00 PM)

    YES YES Is Hank at his mischievous best being raw and beautiful and ugly and I love him for it all.

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  • eloise fontaine (10/1/2018 10:07:00 PM)

    The best, my favorite

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  • Thomas Vaughan JonesThomas Vaughan Jones (2/14/2014 4:23:00 PM)

    You either love him or hate him, depending on your snobbery intake. Drunken rubbish

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  • Sally Plumb (3/8/2009 12:50:00 AM)

    I've enjoyed every one of Chas' poems that I've read.

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  • Hannah Martin (9/13/2008 9:32:00 PM)

    This is a horrible poem! The devil created suicide, hatred, and the other things that would harm a human being spirtually and phsically not God! I know he's dead but how could he write such a horrible poem? Sheesh!

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    R.C. Sparks(10/10/2019 5:27:00 PM)

    Sometimes a writer will write from a perspective contrary to their own to illustrate their own belief in an artful way. Poetry is seldom a declaration of ones actual belief or faith, but rather a more true expression of art, and frankly what will read well. While you are correct, the devil did invent suicide and every manor of sin, (with mans help of course) it was never Bukowski's responsibility or intent to be virtue's champion. He was a poet. And one of our best.

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  • Nat Kamber (9/13/2007 8:33:00 PM)

    The sheer profundity of simplicity

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