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Charles Bukowski

Charles Bukowski

who needs it?

see this poem?
was
written without drinking.
don’t need to drink
to write.
can write without
drinking.
my wife says I can.
say that maybe I can.
I’m not drinking
and I’m writing.
see this poem?
was
written without drinking.
who needs a drink now?
 
probably the reader.

#Americans #XXCentury #1993 #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned

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