I Owe It To Bukowski
I think I owe it
to Bukowski to someday
dedicate some lines
to him. He hardly
made me who I am today,
but now that I’ve read
him I understand
that somehow the drunken old
bastard stole my thoughts
before I was even born.
to Bukowski to someday
dedicate some lines
to him. He hardly
made me who I am today,
but now that I’ve read
him I understand
that somehow the drunken old
bastard stole my thoughts
before I was even born.
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