Bukowski Haunts Me
The truth is rebellion leaves men ugly
the hands are scarred
begging for someone to hold them
just once more
for the most part he's forgotten how to see beauty
and you, so absolutely perfect
why do you think it's okay to come around
it's never been okay for a woman like you
to come around shaking her ass
flaunting gods cruel sense of humor
we get it, I get it
whore, I digress
fuck my life's a fuckin' mess
one drink is never enough
endless woes ensue the shit storm of
every defeated battle fought on
behalf of love
bar after bar
barred from self
left with wisdom too true
to gain him or him or me relief
one drink follows another
hours become days
I don't care much for tact these days
these days
i've all but lost my taste for charm
all I see is loss
I can't love a woman
so I fuck them
and maybe one day
i'll slowly wane
or quickly
as long as the joke is on me
and the drinks
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