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Charles Bukowski

Charles Bukowski

a future congressman

in the men’s room at the
track
this boy of about
7 or 8 years old
came out of a stall
and the man
waiting for him
(probably his
father)
asked,
“what did you do with the
racing program?
I gave it to you
to keep.”
“no,” said the boy,
“I ain’t seen it! I don’t have it!”
 
they walked off and
I went into the stall
because it was the only one
available
and there
in the toilet
was the
program.
 
I tried to flush
the program
away
but it just swam
sluggishly about
and
remained.
 
I got out of
there and found
another
empty stall.
 
that boy was ready
for his life to come.
he would undoubtedly
be highly successful,
the lying little
prick.

#Americans #XXCentury #1993 #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned

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