Like a father scorning an unruly child,
He took his words as a belt.
For love,
And out of necessity,
Bukowski struck us. And, ringing,
Our ears heard his sage words:
“Shit on the world.”
Out of love.
Like a father scorning an unruly child,
He took his words as a belt.
For love,
And out of necessity,
Bukowski struck us. And, ringing,
Our ears heard his sage words:
“Shit on the world.”
Out of love.
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