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I sit her in the Downtown Reno library half-drunk amongst the bums
The lonely and the just plain MAD who have no place to go trying
To get THE WORD down while hen-pecking is going on.
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I apologize for being rude
and not appreciating the
King.
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Someday when I'm truly lucky
And have drank myself into sufficient stupor
And have rotted most of my sentient braincells
And have accepted all the lies and platitudes
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The trouble with the 21st Century
and maybe with ALL Centuries
Is too much self-esteem
By too many people
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I just got back from a place called Heaven
(But some call The Ponderosa) .
It is an old hotel in downtown Reno.
Some would call it run-down or even a dump
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Why are you reading this?
Don't you have anything better to do?
Quit playing with Bill Gates' Folly
And start playing with YOURSELF!
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My parents were WEIRD and so was I.
My dad was about 5’6”, Greek, a telephone lineman, and sometimes
Professional wrestler.
My mother was about 5’10”, German, a telephone operator, and
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Currently an unemployed forklift driver with limited (maybe NO) prospects. Always toyed with the idea of becoming a writer until a 'friend' turned me on to Bukowski in the late '70's. After reading this guy I realized that everything worth writing he had already done or would, in the future, DO. So I quit writing. But after stumbling onto this website and reading the CRAP therein, I decided to try again. Look out, Aldo! I'm coming to claim your self-delusional supremacy.)
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I sit her in the Downtown Reno library half-drunk amongst the bums
The lonely and the just plain MAD who have no place to go trying
To get THE WORD down while hen-pecking is going on.
I may have received a benificence from the Federal Gov't to keep
Me alive but all I think about is the ESCAPE-the BIG ROPE-
The suicide. The essence of creation is the ability TO create
And I've lost this. Most of you READ instead of WRITE because
You had trouble with an English teacher in highschool or your
Mother or your Father or Where-do i-fit-in or The God.
We all bump into each other on a regular basis and the basis is
False from the ole 'git-go'. Junkies and alcholics and child abusers
All go to 12-step falsehoods designed to fail a failed society.
The Greeks blew it.
The Romans blew it.
We are blowing it.
I hope you live to 'have a nice day.......'
...and I hope ole Uncle Sam does too.
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